I was doing pretty well until yesterday. That’s when the UPS man delivered his annual installment of Texas treats, sent to me by relatives who have long since left the Lone Star State, but who reach out with the sugary arm of temptation, once a year.
So of course I had to dive into Gus’ Gourmet Pecans, which come in a gorgeous gold tin. The pecans are glazed in yummy flavors such as Cinnamon Toast, Chocolate Fudge, and Praline. (If you would like to spread the temptation, their web site is http://www.allpecans.com/).
The fruit cake also arrived. Don’t laugh—I actually love fruit cake. I usually yield in short order to the fruitcake from the Collin Street Bakery, which has been making them since the 1800s (http://www.collinstreet.com/).
Of course, a price must be paid for all this sweet mayhem. For those of you who will continue to forget for another ten days, the Season of Regret kicks off on January first. That's when, as a nation, we will rediscover old friends: Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, Curves, et al.
Happy New Year.