never make a blueberry cobbler out of nostalgia for your sister and then eat it right before bed even though it smells so good. it's a bad idea. because in the morning you'll feel like that scene at the pie eating contest in stand by me and if you know what i'm talking about think of puppies playing on the beach right now or you'll be lost to the darkside.
i was home yesterday. sitting in front of my fan. quaking slightly. but i got a lot of thinking done. i've been thinking about all the comments too, they've been helpful. i did think about homemade chocolates, traditional pies, cutesy desserts for the summer crowd. i agree that MDI is over bakeried. i'm thinking more of doing something from home on a small scale, market to the general stores and see what happens. low overhead, bake mostly to order. there's nothing to lose but flour and whatever shred of self-confidence i have left. but really, i can't sit around and wait for something great to happen to me, i have to do it myself.
that relates perfectly to the fat actually. you can't sit around and wait to like your body better anymore than you can sit around and wait to like your job, right. you have to do something about it or you end up watching your shows and eating tubs of frosting with your fingers for the rest of your life. and that would be sad.
in the positive column i would be trying something new, it wouldn't be too much of a loss and if i do go down in flames i can write it off my taxes. with cake. i'm liking this idea better and better.