When I was a child I was a very picky eater. I was forever spending the night with one friend or another and my mother was afraid that I wouldn't like what they had for supper and would go to bed hungry. So, she taught me the pure joy of bread and butter, reasoning that if I didn't like anything else that was served I could make it through the night if I had a couple of pieces of bread and butter. I wish she'd never taught me this. I absolutely love bread and butter. Some girls drown their sorrows in Ben & Jerry's. I drown mine in bread and butter. Doesn't matter what kind of bread it is, and margarine will do when there is no real butter. I judge every restaurant on their bread and butter. I cannot ever, for any reason, NOT have the bread and butter. Diets be dammed. Don't get between me and my bread and butter.
I was scheduled to work this evening. I had my shower and was getting dressed for work today when they called and told me that our census was down and I was being put on call (we take turns taking call) until 7 pm. I asked, as I always do what the odds are that I would be called in. I was told slim to none. So, I decided to start baking cookies. Wouldn't you know, at 3:30 they call me in. Grrrr! Not that I minded working today, I was all set to go when they called me off. But when I got interested in something else and had to stop in the middle and get myself to work, well, it just messed up my aura! I got to work and was told I had three admissions coming up from the ER and a vascular post op patient coming. Admissions are a lot of work. One admission a night can really screw you up and here I was getting four of them. Suffice it to say, work was not fun tonight. But do you know what got me through the last 2 hours of my shift? The thought of the bread and butter I could have when I got home. I've just finished eating my bread and butter. I'm almost Zen-like now. I know that I could be almost in a pleasure coma if I go back to the kitchen and fix myself one more piece of bread and butter.
Never let it be said that I don't have any self control!
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Lol. I'm with you. bread and butter is one of my comfort foods. Guess it is from childhood. When money was tight Mom would make us bread and butter and sprinkle a tad bit of sugar on it. I have to watch myself when stressed because bread and butter is the first thing I reach for. And once I get started it is hard to stop. NOT GOOD! lol
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Oh my! Not only are you a fun gal but a "cheap date" as well! I can only imagine the big smile on your sweet face when a date would show up with a loaf of Wonder Bread and exclaim..."I stopped off for some "takeout" dinner"...LOL
I'm a fool for bread too! Pass the butter! Marc :)
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