errantember

On somewhat of a spree the other day, I picked up two pints of Promise Land milk and three different kinds of Jello Pudding. Sometime yesterday, after my (one....four...) seventh bowl of pudding in two days, my body fluid viscosity had reached levels sufficient to threaten both my mobility and my respiration. I swore off pudding (still have one container left) for a few days to let the dairy slowly drain from my system.

Tonight, for a change, I decided to finally try cooking the sweet potatoes purchased at the Sunset Valley Farmer's Market several weeks ago. After the pot of potatoes was simmering in a glaze of sugar and butter, I realized that I traditionally had eaten sweet potatoes with whipped cream. Luckily, I didn't have any around.

Or *did* I?

Oh, noooo...

A quick check in the fridge confirmed my Greatest Hopes/Worse Fears. There, still unopened, was a container of heavy whipping creme I'd purchased to make creme brulee in a moderately successful bid to increase the likelihood of getting laid!




...urp.




I'm starting to feel a little viscous...