When it comes to eating sweets, I have a problem with moderation. Alcohol? No problem, I can stop at one drink. Broccoli? A handful and I’m totally satisfied. But desserts? Oh man, I have serious issues.
I made this coffee cake as a gift. I’d been thinking about tweaking my moms crumb coffee cake into a pumpkin coffee cake for awhile and then a few blogs I read posted their own versions, so cravings won out and I headed to the kitchen.
I had to taste a piece, right? Since it was a gift. So I ate a
large slice for dessert.
It was too dark to photograph it the evening I made it, so the next day I cut a slice for pictures. Even poured some coffee as a prop. Well, what am I supposed to do now that it’s got all my photo germs on it?
That’s right, I ate another slice.
Then I packaged it up on a plate to give away. And I kept a slice for my daughter. And a few other slices wouldn’t fit on the plate. So I tucked them away in a Tupperware.
Guess what I had for lunch?
Um, it wasn’t broccoli.
Someone, please stop me. I really do need a 12-step program. If you know of one, let me know.
I’ll bring the coffee cake.