Shocking factoid: Austins are eaters. And we like to feed people. It's in our genetics. Really, I think it's so we have an excuse to eat WITH people, it's not just that we're trying to make you fat. Some might refer to it as "being hospitable" while others would call us "food pushers". It's just what we do, and I'm not apologizing for it.
It's actually kind of spiritually relevant too.....since everyone knows that food and fellowship go hand in hand and you just can't have one without the other. A bible study with no snacks or potluck? Forget about it. I'll learn about Jesus someplace where I can eat at the same time.
As you probably know, Nicole came to live with us in December. We love having her here. Skylar adores her. Micah has devised strategies for sabotaging any efforts she may have to move out. After all, she does make him breakfast and even pack his lunch for him, something he has quickly grown accustomed to. Shocking factoid dos: I married an eater. Nicole loves to bake, as do I. So with her in the house, it goes something like this.
Nicole: "Don't homemade pretzels sound good?"
Me: "Heck yeah, if you're making them!"
You can substitute chocolate cake, brownies, blueberry strudel muffins, etc in the place of pretzels. It goes both ways--sometimes I'm the one with the craving (homemade donuts anyone?). You get the idea. Basically we are making each other fat.
So the other day Nicole went and did The Incline (a vertical mile of steps on the side of Pike's Peak), and oh whoops, the German bakery was on the way home. So with that Austin blood coursing through her veins, she was in that German bakery faster than you can say edelweiss. And she brought home these:
She pointed out that I always get a Slurpee after the incline, so really it's no different. Except that slurpees just have sugar.....not fat AND sugar. Clearly slurpees are a much healthier choice. I guess you could argue that working out and then eating something bad for you totally negates the work-out. You would be right, and in both instances we would be wrong.
To help you visualize their magnitude, they are on large dinner plates and roughly the size of your head. I stoically told her I would not partake in her delicacies, to which she replied "It's okay, Micah will eat them". Then we had a little heart to heart about stopping all of this baked goodness for awhile in hopes that bathing suit season won't be as traumatic as it was last year. So far so good.
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