Last Saturday, during lunch, my Dad said accusingly to my Mom, that if she had invited me for lunch, they would have had a dessert.
And he was right. His statement made me realize that almost always I have something sweet to share with my family and friends. Because if only two people were to eat the produce of my silent obsession, these two people, who also happen to have a big sweet tooth, would have some serious weight problems by now (even more serous that the ones already existing). And I don’t want that to happen. So, I share. And people are starting to see me as the dessert lady. Continue reading