While I'm confessing and all, I must own up to what I did yesterday.
Last night, I went to the grocery store late (9:00ish). What a pleasant place H.E.B. was on a Tuesday night! I was passing the bakery looking for an Angel Food Cake to go with my Chocolate Fondue I'm taking to a New Years Eve party tonight and stumbled across a blast from the past--Cream Horns, now with a new and improved fancy name--French Vanilla Twirls.
Well, it was all I could do to NOT open them there in the store, but that wouldn't be pretty, eating a cylindrical shaped object in the middle of H.E.B. at 10:00 in the evening now, would it?
I have self control....especially with food! (Though I do recall being 14 months pregnant and eating half of a bag of peanut M&Ms while shopping at Target--but I promise I have never eaten at the grocery store--unless Riley handed me a Goldfish.)
That is, UNTIL I was putting my recyclable bags in the back of my car and just happened to notice that they put the Cream Horns right on top!!
Can you guess what I did? I took them, along with my purse, to the front of my car and proceeded to GOBBLE one up on my way home. Like a food addict you see on 60 minutes, right? It's only bad if I don't tell anyone, right?