I thought that you might like to see the cupcakes. Here you go…
I apologise for the unseemly amount of leg on display; I wasn’t wearing that short a skirt but it seems to have gone for a ride. Weeza’s sitting room floor is not on the huh, it’s the way she took the photo. And Zerlina was allowed a dummy, which she normally only has in bed, because we thought she still might have a short nap – she didn’t.
I’m also reposting a picture of the figs I picked from our tree a few years ago, I think it would have been in September. I probably ate nearly all of them myself in two or three days. I like fresh figs.
I’ve been debating with Dave, in the comment box, whether it is a greater show of self-discipline to refuse a cupcake altogether or to accept it but leave the icing, assuming you like icing. For me, it would be the latter (although not in the case of a cake, because I am not bothered about icing, not having a very sweet tooth).
I have no difficulty with leaving food on my plate; once I’m full I am unable to eat more. If that means that food is wasted I can’t help that; eating food I don’t want would still be wasting the food, it’s just treating my stomach as a dustbin. I’d rather not do that. But leaving something that is both tasty and moreish, that I could manage, is not that easy. I can refuse chocolate, leave it unstarted or eat a single chocolate (from a box or a square broken from a block). But eating half a Crunchie/Mars/similar ‘one serving’ bar, I find extremely difficult, even though I’m not very fond of them – too sweet, and I prefer dark chocolate anyway. I can cut it in half, share it and not miss the uneaten part, but breaking it in two, eating some and leaving the rest is a real test of willpower for me.
I only ate one cupcake, by the way. Weeza said she had one of them for breakfast this morning – she recommends. I have suggested that Zerlina come to stay on Friday for the weekend. I thought we could make sausage rolls, with jam tarts from the pastry trimmings, perhaps.