The Girl Who Could (Formerly) Eat Anything

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Losing my Sweet Tooth

A couple weeks ago, I had to fly to Buffalo at the last minute for my great aunt’s funeral. Since it was so last-minute (funerals usually are), I used passes and flew standby because it was cheap and at the time I decided to go, there were plenty of empty seats going up and coming back.

Cheap turned into a 37-hour “adventure” in trying to get home. Twenty-one of those hours, I sat in three different airports, the last being eight hours in Charlotte, North Carolina.

Airport food is not generally diet friendly, but I suppose if one had determination, one could eat well in an airport. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to bother, so I ate the things I never eat.

In Buffalo, I got a slice of cheesecake. In Charlotte, a Cinnabon.

The cheesecake wasn’t very good, but I chalked that up to it just not being a good slice of cheesecake. I’ve had an ongoing love affair with that particular dessert since I was a little girl and we would go to dinner at my grandmother’s (or great-grandmother’s or great-grandfather’s — I’m not really sure whose) cousin’s restaurant in Buffalo. I have no idea what I actually ate there for dinner, but it was my introduction to Shirley Temples and cheesecake.

My relationship with Cinnabon began much later. It must have been around 1990 or 1991 when The Walden Galleria Mall opened in Cheektowaga. I didn’t live in Buffalo then, but we visited often and of course had to check out the giant shopping center. Inside was the first Cinnabon I ever saw or even heard of. The humongous cinnamon buns made with an entire pound of butter made my mouth water just thinking of them. At the time, I remember thinking I quite possibly died and went to heaven. Until that Cinnabon disappeared from the Galleria, we went there every time we visited Buffalo and ate at least one roll. I think I probably had two or three in a sitting at one point (ironically, I was about 20 pounds soaking wet at the time. Well, that’s an exaggeration, but you know what I mean.).

Now there are Cinnabons everywhere, including every New York Thruway rest stop and in my local mall. Walking through that food court has been torture for the last four years because one Cinnabon is probably about 24 Weight Watchers points. Or more, possibly. I can’t remember. I did look it up once, and I know it was a lot. So I haven’t had one in many, many years.

During my layover in Charlotte, I broke down and bought one. I carried it back to the gate where I hoped to catch the next plane out to Tallahassee, settled into a very uncomfortable seat and commenced eating my long-avoided prize.

And it wasn’t good. Not at all.

I thought maybe Cinnabon changed the way it makes its cinnamon rolls, but I’ve been paying attention to what foods I want lately and how sweets taste to me and I’m realizing that I think my mortal enemy, my untamable sweet tooth, is fading.

It’s not gone. But it’s not the monster it used to be.

I had dinner last night with friends and brought cheesecake for dessert. It was good. I even ate more than I should have, mostly because I felt like I should because I rarely have it and I do love it so much. But the thing is, I didn’t love it so much. It tasted good, but not great. After I ate a slice, I really didn’t want anymore.

I made chocolate chip banana bread a few weeks ago. I used to not be able to have it in my house without eating two or three slices (smeared with peanut butter) a day. But I just finished half a loaf and another is still in my freezer and it’s been there for three weeks. I’m OK with that.

I don’t know if my taste changed on its own or if it’s because I have controlled my environment well enough and long enough to get the sugar bug out of my body, but whatever the reason, I’m not going to complain.

Just don’t bring anything key lime to my house. I still have my weaknesses.

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June 2, 2011 Posted by | Food I Love, Nothing More Than Feelings | 4 Comments

Dark Chocolate

Way back when, I didn’t like dark chocolate. Not at all. Well, it was OK, but I definitely preferred milk chocolate and ate dark only if I had a serious chocolate craving and it was the only thing available.

But i kept hearing about the great healthy benefits of it and people swore by certain brands, so I finally bought some Dove dark chocolate and decided to eat a few little squares a day. It was really good and I did that for months and months.

Then one day, I needed to buy a new bar and I couldn’t find the Dove I always bought. I couldn’t find it anywhere. So I decided to try a new brand. That’s when I discovered the Green & Black’s and had to dump the Dove for good. I’ve never tasted anything so divine as Green & Black’s 85 percent cocoa dark chocolate.

One day, I went to buy a new bar and the store didn’t have 85 percent, so I bought the 70 percent. I remember it being just as good, although lower in antioxidants (I assume, anyway. I could be wrong, but whatever).

Well, it happened again last week. I was running out of my 85 percent and the store only had 70, so I bought a bar to get through the week so I didn’t have to go back to the store just for chocolate. I broke into that bar yesterday. It is not as good. It’s noticeably less quality taste (to me, anyway).

Next time, I’ll return another time to get the good stuff. It’s worth it.

September 13, 2010 Posted by | Food I Love | 3 Comments