First you have to promise you wont tell a sole. Do you promise? Pinky swear? Ok then, I'll tell you. Come closer I have to whisper.
So here it is. I have a wicked sweet tooth. Yes, it is so ridiculous. This is nothing new of course. I've been this way since forever. I'm writing about this because last night I was reminded of this. I'm actually cracking up as I write about how ridiculous it is.
Alright, so my husband and I went to the gym last night. After getting back I had the biggest sweets craving I've had in a long time. Knowing that I love sweets and I have absolutely no self control I never buy sweets or junk food. If you visit our home we almost never have any cookies, chips, ice cream, etc.
I started rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator hoping and praying I would find something sweet but came up with nothing. I was so disappointed but too lazy to go back out to get something. I had to do something to satisfy my craving or I thought I was going to die, yes die!
This is what I did. I'm so ashamed to say it but I have to confess. While searching through the cabinets I came across can of sweet condensed milk. I opened the can and you would never guess what I did next. I got two slices of wheat bread (the only thing I could find) and spread some condensed milk on each slice like butter.
I could not eat the first slice fast enough. It was so good but by the time I got to the second slice reality hit me and I was like "what the heck am I eating?" I started cracking up then proceeded to finish the second slice. As crazy at it seemed I got the sugar fix I was looking for.
I slept so well last night thanks to a can of condensed milk and two slices of wheat bread.