Lately I've been spending time at my cousins' house; which, as a matter of fact, is where I currently am. My uncle recently had heart surgery and needs someone to be in the house to take care of him at all times. Since my aunt and cousin both work weekdays, my mom and I come over to help out.
I usually never abuse my food privileges. I hardly ever mooch and eat sparingly when it's not mine, or when I eat at someone's house. But my aunt told me plain out to help myself to anything I wanted in the fridge, and I remember opening the freezer and seeing five cartons of ice cream just sitting there on their little paper container bottoms, almost teasing me to eat them. Well, why not...
So it's here where I discovered the heavenly blessings bestowed by coffee and java chip ice cream. There was also strawberry sorbet and vanilla bean, but I still like coffee ice cream best. It's really so good! It's my new guilty pleasure.
I've never babysat anyone before, but I assume this "help yourself" business is a routine with people who do so. Hehe, I love food. I try not to eat too much when I can help it, but in general, food is my bliss. I'm trying to moderate what I eat closely nowadays, because not surprisingly, the guilty pleasure food is usually the bad kind. I think counting calories is a waste of time and not effective at all; I only use it for the expression, but eating healthy and exercising regularly is the way to go for me.
I've also been thinking up wild recipes as of late, except my mother is kind of wary of me oven-roasting peaches on top of a granola crust ("isn't granola already baked, anyway?"), so I think I'll do a little more thinking and come up with something less disaster-prone. Chocolate chip cookies, maybe.
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