Well, the retirees have arrived at our second destination spot—Tampa—and already, I have a mighty big problem.
It started before we left Destin. Wednesday evening, we ventured out to one of our favorite little places there, The Donut Hole. Don’t let the name fool you. They serve a lot more than donuts. Great food, great coffee, and breakfast all day. I ordered a Gulf Coast omelet (shrimp included), which was just the protein I needed, and it was lip-smacking good.
But then, I got up and walked to the counter (at The Man’s request) to see what kinds of pies they had for the evening and that’s when I looked to my left and saw the bin holding white powdered Bavarian cream donuts, my very favorite donut in all the world.
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I hemmed and hawed and named all the reasons I didn’t need this load of carbs and calories, but, in the end, my sweet tooth took over and I ended up with confectioner’s sugar all over my clothes.
I promised to repent and start fresh the next day.
And I did just that, until we stopped for dinner at Cracker Barrel.
I saw this beauty on the dessert menu—a new promotion consisting of two sugared biscuits, with layers of vanilla bean ice-cream, fresh strawberries, and whipped cream on top—and that was the end of Miss Goody Two Shoes. After all, I reasoned, we'd been on the road all day; I was plumb tired and I deserved this, didn't I?
And The Man sort of egged me on, promising to help me eat it, and thank the good Lord, because this baby, as you can see, is huge! Needless to say it was another night of repenting.
Then today, after we got settled in at the campground, we struck out for the grocery store. Diesel was with us, so The Man said he’d go in and I could stay with the car.
When he returned, he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you in one of the bags,” and did he ever!
Yep, that’s a strawberry-kiwi cream pie. It was on sale.
Until next time, sweet friends, press on! Even when you mess up, try again tomorrow, just as I plan to do.