Yesterday I admitted that I have hysterical-crying-when-stressed-out-syndrome, today it is emotional eating.
Or in the immortal words of Stephanie Plum: Happy Food.
I'd stopped in at Tasty Pastry and left with a day old birthday cake. The cake said Happy Birthday Larry. I don't know how Larry celebrated his birthday, but apparently it was without cake. Larry's loss was my gain. If you want to get happy, birthday cake is the way to go. This was a yellow cake with thick, disgusting, white frosting made with lard and artificial butter and artificial vanilla and a truck load of sugar. It was decorated with big gunky roses made out of pink and yellow and purple frosting. It was three layers thick with lemon cream between the layers. And it was designed to serve eight people, so it was just the right size. --Eleven On Top by Janet Evanovich
Sometimes a girl just needs happy food. I love The Boyfriend, and he does his best. He tries to make me laugh. He's supportive. But he isn't Happy Food.
Happy Food is cake. Any cake - I'm not picky. Donuts. Warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven (this is assuming I didn't eat all the raw cookie dough) and my favorite - breakfast. I'm talking real breakfast here. Pancakes. Waffles. Sausage. Bacon. ::drooling::
Which means I must go to the IHOP for lunch. Healthy? Um, probably not. But everyone knows that Happy Food is calorie free. It's a scientific fact folks. I'm pretty sure researchers at MIT conducted the ground-breaking study.