The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I ate myself literally sick on sweets at work today. I didn't mean to, and it wasn't a mass binge, but eurgh. There was a palmier left over from a lengthy meeting-with-full-refreshments -- nobody in the conference room ever eats the palmier because they don't want to be the one covered in pastry flakes and sugar pearls, but I have no such compunctions and I love palmiers.

And then there were cream puffs and tiramisu for a co-worker's going away party. I confess I had five (miniature, the size you build a croquembouche with, not like from Beard Papa or anything) cream puffs and rather a large spoonful of tiramisu.

And then I came home on the bus, which always makes me intensely nauseated anyway.

Now I curl up on the couch and quietly die.

Damned eating healthy, it ruins you for a good old fashioned bean feast.