Food and Drink

The Muffin of My Dreams

I’ve been watching what I eat and buying fat free things like pretzels and doing my utmost not to overeat. It’s going fairly well, although stressful days make it harder.

Yesterday I went into The Udder Place, my usual coffee stop on the way to church, to order my usual Cafe Mocha (okay, they call it a Mocha Moo, but I rarely say that, usually just ask for a Mocha). While standing there, I allow my gaze to wander to the baked goods, my first mistake. I spy an unfamiliar muffin, not the usual (horrible) cranberry nut or blueberry, but something that looks like I might actually like it. I ask, “What kind of muffin is that.”

Ah, the muffin of my dreams: banana chocolate chip. I buy one. I save it all morning and take it along to a lunch meeting, where it *is* my lunch. I break off one little piece at a time. Even without being warmed up it is moist and delicious, the chocolate chips large and milk, just soft enough to be, mmm, perfect!

Now here I sit monitoring Sam, lying on the futon-on-the-floor beside him, still in my flannel snowman pajamas, and I have no muffin.

::sniffle::

The cupboard is full of Miso Noodles and the freezer holds Gardenburger entrees, but there is no muffin.

::snurfle::

The snack drawer holds oat bran pretzels, and there is roasted red pepper hummus in the fridge, but there is no muffin.

::sob::

But there are dogs, and they are loving. And I will rise up and make the best of it, crumbling a graham cracker into fat-free vanilla yogurt. I will go in search of my copy of The Divine Hours and pray my mid-day prayers, and I will eat a lunch I enjoy, with vegetables and everything, and I will live without the muffin of my dreams.

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