Non Ut Vivam Edo, Sed Ut Edam Vivo
I brushed off my Latin to change around the above proverb to suit my needs for my current mini-vacation. The new proverb fits like the last piece of a 1000 piece Taj Mahal puzzle.
I’ve put my little sister on dessert making duty, she’s doing a great job. So far my job has been to buy the ice-cream and think of the ideas to push us into diabetic country, hers is the manual labor. She doesn’t complain to her brother though, good little girl. All the dessert has been the full fatty kind, none of the low-fat chemical froth. We’ve been living like Kings, “Hell Damn Ass Kings!”.
Think hot walnut/chocolate-chunk brownies, amazingly bubbly apple crisp, tons of different kind of heavy ice-cream (thanks Breyers and Ben & Jerry’s), a bushel of girl scout Samoas cookies, plus M&Ms as a dash of seasoning on everything once the warm dessert is gone.
I honestly don’t think I’ve ever eaten this much in a continuous basis, ever. And I’m an eating machine people, an eating machine.
PS: “I don’t eat to live, but I live to eat”
Leave a Reply