So, I am almost certain you’ve all been on the edge of your seats wondering how I fared in my hometown on the weekend? No? What’s wrong with you people?! For god’s sake!
Anyhoo… Having committed to not go the way of tourists visiting Cyprus or Turkey and gain masses of weight (in the three days I was in my hometown); and then been stymied by the wet weather – forcing me to ponder wet-weather-exercise options; I was relieved on Saturday afternoon when the rain briefly eased, just long enough for my brother to wash our cars and for me to go for a walk. Actually re the car thing, he was going to wash my mother’s and I was to wash my own but fortunately sadly I was helping my mother with the computer-related ‘To-Do’ list (yes, really!) so he was forced to continue on and wash both cars.
Feeling slightly guilty that big bro was doing all of the ‘heavy lifting’ (ie. installing new letterbox and washing cars, doing things with nails and the like) while I helped mum save and sort electronic photographs I decided that I should indeed go for a walk. (I was also spurred into action by the encouraging comments on my last blog post!)
I diligently donned my exercise gear though confessing that my walk would be a short one – just 20 minutes or so I decided, and headed off.[blackbirdpie url=”https://twitter.com/Schmiet/status/224090470412857345″]
Despite the temptations which usually confront me when in my hometown, I stayed away from the caramello chocolate in the refrigerator and refused my mother’s offer to go and buy corn chips (in the guise of nachos for lunch).
I did, however, ask mum if we could make my very favourite caramel fudge.
Naturally she initially balked at my request – given my commitment to healthy eating and not-bingeing. I was able to reassure her however, that I was VERY unlikely to make the fudge for myself so it wasn’t going to become a binge food. Plus, as I said in my other blog, which includes the russian caramel fudge recipe, I played the pouty ‘but I’m your little girl’ card!
And thankfully she gave in and I did return to my own house with a container of caramel fudge.[blackbirdpie url=”https://twitter.com/Schmiet/status/224048249798004737″]
I’d like to tell you all that I’ve paced myself in relation to the fudge consumption. But that would be a lie.
But you know what? That’s okay. I know it’s a ‘sometimes’ food (as Rick Kaufman would say in If Not Dieting, Then What?) and although I’m not able to control myself around it, I can certainly control my access to it.
Do you have fave family recipes? Or foods that flashback to your childhood?