Many mornings I check out the news as soon as I wake up,
because if it turns out that the world is coming to an end that day,
I am going to eat the frosting off an entire carrot cake; just for a start.
Then I will move onto vats of clam dip, pots of creme brûlée, nachos, M & M’s etc. Then I will max out both my credit cards.
I used to think that if the world–or I–were coming to an end, I’d start smoking again, and maybe have a cool refreshing pitcher of lime Rickeys. But that’s going too far, because if the world or I was saved at the last minute, I’d be back in the old familiar nightmare.
In 1986, grace swooped down like a mighty mud hen, and fished me out of that canal.
I got the big prize. I can’t risk losing it.
But creme brûlée, nachos, maybe the random Bûche Noël?
Now you’re talking.
– the one-and-only Anne Lamott, via her Facebook page
p.s. Anne really hit the nail on the head with this one. My mom makes a phenomenal carrot cake and she used to spoil me with one every July for my birthday. I sure miss being with my mom on my birthday. Charlotte is too far away. xo