Houston, we have a problem!!

A BIG problem. it seems that when I chose my challenges, just like friends, I did not expect them to clash! Imagine throwing a party and inviting all your friends at the same time. Seating the dangerous, naughty ones next to the quiet recovering alcoholic one. Mingling the sarcastic, straight-shooting friend with a group of insecure, sensitive souls. Getting your single, sex-starved friend to make salad with your prude, frigid friend's husband.

I knooooowww. It sounds like fun to me but a nightmare to others.

And this is what is happening at my challenge party.

Now I take my challenges very seriously, and will struggle to continue with life as I know it if I happen to miss completing one of them.

So here is where the problem lies:
1) I need to bake about 7 items to complete the "Bake a cake chapter" challenge.
2) I need to lose 3 kg this month
3) I need to read a book for my pleasure (and I have chosen a horror!!!!)

Combining all 3 these challenges at one party is looking for trouble. And trouble is just what I found last night. Early evening I was still on track. The baking track. I made some more jacks - not nutty ones this time but some with raisins and then melted chocolate on top. Please see below the ideal book-quality picture.

It is easy - but I refuse to give you the recipe because of what happened to me last night. The same might happen to you and then you will be glad you never had the recipe.

So as the sun set over a dry and dusty Delmas, I started my next bake - chocolate custards. it is an innocent enough sounding name, but the word "chocolate" should have set off the alarm bells in my head. They came out lovely, closest to the book I think from all my baking adventures.

But then there was a poor little one that did not set properly, and he was all lopsided with a skew little face like mine. I put some cream on him, drizzled some coffee syrup around him, - he still looked sad and disappointed, so  I ate him!! And his cream, and his coffee syrup. The whole lot!

The Banting gods were not happy with me. Not happy at all!.

So I slinked away to my bed to get out from under the chocolate spell, and decided to continue with my horror book. And then inspired by to the horror of the story, I  used the cover of darkness to eat 2 oats and raisins chocolate flapjacks. Just because I was scared, and a boiled egg just would not have the same comforting effect as a cookie.

I had another look at the offending cookie in the light of day, and it does not seem to hold anymore magical powers over me - just an innocent clump of butter, oats, golden syrup, raisins and chocolate.

 

As you can see, I will have to be stricter with my challenges and who I invite to the same party. Let's hold thumbs that I did not boycott/toy-toy away my 3kg loss just for one evening of chocolate-induced insanity.

Lovies
Lizette