Tuesday, October 5, 2010
it told me off, but I kept going.....
The time: 9am, Monday morning
The place: the crime began in the kitchen, and then made it's way to the family room
The crime: I ate the last cider doughnut from the apple orchard.....the last one that was being saved for my eldest son.
7am: big A speaks: "mum, can you please save that last one for me?"
mum: "of course..it will be there when you get back from school."
9am: Mum could no longer stand looking at that morsel of utter goodness when passing through the kitchen. She stood for a moment and pondered the situation. "Well," she thought..."It does look like it might be getting a bit stale. And who would want to ruin their cider doughnut memories with a tainted doughnut?" She knew it was wrong, but her jaws stood there aching to just have a bite. She was starting to drool......
930 am: a satiated mum looked down at what she had done. Sure, the doughnut was even better than she thought, but looking at the last remains brought about the guilt. She couldn't bare to eat that last bite, and so it was left there.....where it remained until the afternoon.
2pm: With one final walk past the plate, she stopped in her tracks and looked down. It was definitely stale now, so eating this last little bit would be guilt free. Within seconds the evidence was gone, the plate was washed, and she was at the bus stop waiting for her son's return.
3pm: Big A states, "where's the doughnut? I thought you were saving it for me!"
mum's horrible reply "Oh, it went stale..I had to throw it out. We'll get some more the next time we visit the orchard. I promise."
oh what a naughty mummy I was, and when I looked at this picture I was convinced this food was talking to me (well, more like telling me off). At least it tasted good, right?