Confession Time! ((ABSOLUTELY NO JUDGEMENT))

melimomTARDIS wrote: »

I am an atheist, so our holidays are all secular here.

Easter means chocolate bunnies, Easter baskets, and egg hunts. My kids don't know better, as evidenced by today's Easter egg hunt.

My son got an egg with a chocolate cross inside. He said (loudly) "mom I got a plus!"

That is SO awesome.

Just got home from Passover seders with family - averaged 686.75 calories over my goal each of the last four days but I don't care, it was a wonderful weekend with family and I was SO FULL of great food! Time to get back on track but it was so worth it.

JPW1990 wrote: »

duckykissy wrote: »

In the spirit of Easter- I really, really, really hate peeps. I don't like marshmallows at the best of times but they are worse. Honestly, they taste like some other form of marshmallow made from something not yet classified by the periodic table of elements.

I was never a Peep fan, but I did like the chocolate marshmallow Russell Stover eggs. With all the Peep talk in here the past few months, I remembered something really weird this morning. My parents had a friend who liked stale Peeps. They'd buy them at Easter, poke a hole in the cellophane, and wait until the next year to eat them when they were hard a as a rock, then buy a new box for the next year.

Wait until they go stale? I'm confused. The way they taste I thought they were made of packing peanuts, plastic and sadness and their ground state of being was stale.

ogmomma2012 wrote: »

melimomTARDIS wrote: »

I am an atheist, so our holidays are all secular here.

Easter means chocolate bunnies, Easter baskets, and egg hunts. My kids don't know better, as evidenced by today's Easter egg hunt.

My son got an egg with a chocolate cross inside. He said (loudly) "mom I got a plus!"

That is SO awesome.

What could say in that situation other than "yeah you did get a plus! Awesome buddy!"

melimomTARDIS wrote: »

I am an atheist, so our holidays are all secular here.

Easter means chocolate bunnies, Easter baskets, and egg hunts. My kids don't know better, as evidenced by today's Easter egg hunt.

My son got an egg with a chocolate cross inside. He said (loudly) "mom I got a plus!"

Another confession- I hate the word atheist. I don't use it often.It sounds like I am drilling into my kids heads "there is no God!" "When you die you go nowhere!". I don't do that, I swear.

I don't want religious friends and family to fret about me, so I just say we enjoy sleeping in and having family time on Sundays.

Lol I love this!!!

My confession is that I have nothing bad to confess, only that I still eat what I want (within my daily kcal allowance) and I still lose weight!

Tonights dessert is a Little Debbies Oatmeal Cookie Pie!

My dad posted the most insultingly unflattering picture of me on Facebook yesterday. Usually I'd just let it slide, but really, it was not considerate of him at all to post it. I asked him today to delete it, but just in case, I logged into his computer after Easter dinner and deleted it myself.

Talkradio wrote: »

I made a traditional Filipino flan dessert for family dinner today. Ingredients include: 1 cup sugar, 12 egg yolks, 1 can condensed milk, 2 cans evaporated milk, 1 tsp vanilla extract. Had two smallish pieces for dessert. An hour later, my parents and I say around the table and ate the leftovers straight off the platter. I had to stop because I felt sick. I'm probably a thousand calories over maintenance today.

been there!

I confess that I'm feeling proud of myself for not exceeding my calorie goal -and- dropping a pound on top of it today. Usually I'm quick to disparage myself and overeat if I've had a bad day, but today...GO ME! =D

duckykissy wrote: »

In the spirit of Easter- I really, really, really hate peeps. I don't like marshmallows at the best of times but they are worse. Honestly, they taste like some other form of marshmallow made from something not yet classified by the periodic table of elements.

duckykissy, although tempted to say, "that's just ducky..." , I will nonetheless say that I laughed out loud after reading what you conveyed, and that I can relate!

Although I used to enjoy the melted foamy 'top layer' from small marshmallows used to 'dress' my hot chocolate, when enjoying a warm mug of the stuff at my grandmother's, as a kid... and liked the tiny hard-as-a-rock-but-then-they-softened-with-milk, marshmallow-esque whatnot that were strewn about in a bowlful of Lucky Charms, during adolescence... and while I can handle the taste of one or two S'more(s), once per year, if partaking of a reunion-like cookout, which inevitably includes some young relatives delighting in the marshmallow roasting 'process'... I seem to have 'drawn the line' at experiencing (past or present tense) those instances and/or specific 'forms' of such, from amongst the remarkably expansive (and seemingly ever-expanding) realm of marshmallowdom...

...however, that being said, I still find the 'barely examined sight' of a(n un- melted_atop_hot_chocolate, or un- S'mored) marshmallow to involve my experiencing a mental reaction that could perhaps be described as 'somewhat hinky'... and the thought of ingesting them, by themselves, let alone in 'dressed up' forms of 'molded marshmallow flying solo' (such as sugar-encrusted Peep-age, or those completely-gross-me-out orange 'circus peanuts' -- a.k.a. 'condensed marshmallow candy' bits of looks-like-a-piece-of-molded-chalk-or-thermoplastic-polymer, and that I tend to only see in bulk bins of grocery stores, or otherwise appearing on various shelves during the Halloween candy-buying season), involves reaction-specific descriptors I seem to be at a loss for (or perhaps am not! ;P -- 'unappealing' and 'slightly stomach turning' suddenly come to mind )... and the thought of marshmallows being used like 'glue', 'tack', or 'mortar', as they're akin to 'functioning' within Rice Krispie Treats, and sundry other examples of composite baked mallowness, seems like voluntarily subjecting oneself to placement of 'superglue' between one's molars (yikes!)... and the entire 'concept' of 'Marshmallow Fluff' (it looks like thick shaving foam, or spray foam insulation!) makes me want to hurl...

But, I will say this (I said, as though I hadn't already said a ridiculous amount about this fun little topic ) -- when I saw, during a grocery shopping trip, that one particular 'resident' of a specific aisle's 'bottom shelf'-Land was none other than a bag of 'the largest marshmallows I've ever seen in my life' (I swear, they were the size of a small doll's head (!)), let alone that they were multi-colored (and practically 'waving' to me, in all their pastel glory (hey, look at us! we're huge marshmallows, previously seen only in dreams! we look like edible pastel Play-Doh clouds! and we're now available for purchase! good luck finding a use for us! making a S'more with us will require unhinged jaws! just one of us will suffice for a pan of Rice Krispie Treat carnage! two of us can froth-melt the top layer of an entire vat of hot chocolate! three of us can pad the fall from a four-story building! ;P )) -- and I not only laughed out loud (while being simultaneously 'freaked out' a bit, at the monstrous size, let alone the sudden confusion, in my wondering how on earth marshmallows of such volume might best be 'implemented' (as well as thinking, "what took the so long?! -- why did it take decades for anyone to figure out that expanding the product line of the otherwise staid, cylindrical, 'classic' marshmallow just might involve an increase in size?! (massive or otherwise) -- how did that take *decades* to figure out?! ;P ), but I also was tickled for the current generation of children, who would undoubtedly get a kick out of being treated to concoctions of various ingestibles made from such memorable marshmallow madness (albeit with some sort of minimum age guideline, if eating (or even playing with!) such monstrous marshmallows by themselves, what with their seeming to be almost hazardous, when considered from a few relevant perspectives).

duckykissy wrote: »

like some other form of marshmallow made from something not yet classified by the periodic table of elements.

I agree (while laughing at the comedically 'accurate' description of their confounding chemical composition )...

Peeps -- those rubbery ingestibles that are almost Nerf-like in terms of their 'physical performance properties' (are we seriously discussing the mechanical manifestations and mesmerizing molar machinations associated with Peep-osity?! -- why, yes, we are! ;P ), whose impressively elastic 'bounce-back' factor, when combined with their remarkable resistance to 'deformation', would seem to portend rather problematic dentition actioning, and potential molar response that is akin to being the closest that molars might ever get to experiencing what 'jumping up and down on a trampoline' is like -- yes, Peeps would seem to *be* their own form of chemical element, albeit one that is mystically transmogrified from some sort of magical combination of *existing* elements, and whose happens-in-a-manufacturing-environment 'behind closed doors', clandestine concoctive confabulation, is perhaps 'presided over' by labcoat-covered individuals waving wands, over vapors rising-almost-mist-like from various poured elixirs, until a 'Peeps Big Bang' -like moment occurs, and fulminating foof foams about, and in all directions, before being carefully pressed into all manner of molds, to yield the mass manufactured 'army' of Peeps that we see populating store and cabinet shelves near and far... and whose nothing-else-like-it composition begs the question (and especially at Easter) -- which came first? -- the chick or the egg?


(*What* was I just mumbling about...?! )