This was the question weighing heavily on my mind.
Since Alan made a visit home this past weekend, I humored him by baking a Chocolate Meringue Pie. I regretted not packing it up to send back with him. It was staring me in the face, absolutely pleading with me to have a piece yesterday afternoon.
I took some comfort in the thought that I would also be imbibing green tea without any sweetener as the "yes I should" won out; along with the fact of it being only a little, teeny slice of pie.
I ate the pie slowly, then I quickly downed the tea, as if it was an antidote.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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