This past week included Terry’s birthday. We went to lunch at our favorite locally owned Chinese restaurant. Very small dining room and there weren’t a lot of diners at the time we were there. Felt very safe. I picked up a favorite pie of his from a locally owned bakery–banana cream. This shop has been providing take-away meals during the pandemic so again I felt safe buying from there.
The food was all delicious, and the pie, topped with the most amazing whipped cream, was especially good. Probably too good. Over the last couple of days I ate three slices. Last night I was sick. Sick enough to be worn out and not feeling like getting ready and attending church this morning. I have a busy week coming up so I have to get myself in order and back on a better eating schedule. No more whipped cream.
I had a similar occurrence earlier this year when a baker friend and I got into a discussion about a pie that was once made here in town by a famous restauranteur at his very upscale French cafe. I had the recipe and shared it with her. We both tried to duplicate it, and she even made improvements. Again, lots of whipped cream and sugar. And I got sick. My body cannot take all that rich dairy and sugar any more. Alas, I love it all so much.