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I have a good book to read. (Reading can take the place of chocolate every now and then.)
I have pledged off of sugar after a certain time at night. (But I've completed my forty day cleanse so my partners in it won't be asking tomorrow.)
I've brushed my teeth. (Okay, who hasn't brushed their teeth a second time when the lure of something to eat has been too strong?)
I concentrate on another page, but wow, that smells good. What is Cecily making?
I can't handle it any more. I have to know. I head to the kitchen. On the cooling rack, she has the outsides of her highly coveted whoopie pies. She's made them for her older sister's soccer team, and they are known as crack cakes in the locker room.
"I can't get this filling right," she says. "I'm trying to do it a little differently."
I look in the saucepan, and then the other saucepan.
"Why are there two?" I ask.
"I made one, following the directions exactly, and it looked wrong, so I made another in exactly the same way," she explains.
I resist the urge to comment on this, but I have to admire her commitment.
She asks me to do the mixing which I hate doing because the confectioners sugar always sprays, no matter how carefully I try to use the beaters, but I'm happy to be there. I'm happy to taste her warm cookies, listen to her plan for this batch of whoopie pies, and hear about her day. Before she started driving, I heard all about her life, but now I have to deal with confectioners sugar, wash the dishes, and brush my teeth a second time.
I'll make that deal any time I can!
PS. The filling came out great, and we had more than we needed!