Back On the Wagon

I’d like to go ahead and dedicate this song to all the carbs out there. I know you’ll be back.

It’s just a matter of time. But right now…right now, fellas, we’re breakin’ up. Giving up my bready ways and starting over without you. Over the past few years I have learned what I can tolerate and what I can’t. I’ve learned that, for the most part, you’re just plain bad for me and that I’ll continue to be jealous of those that can enjoy you on a regular basis. To all of you folks who can enjoy a biscuit or a baked potato without hacking and coughing and intense abdominal cramps, well…

So, be prepared to endure recipes where I essentially do nothing but heat heavy cream, stir in a little dark cocoa, add a dose of Nyquil, and try to forget my carb-free sorrows. It’s a little like those Edwardless months of New Moon, only I describe every last second of my lamentations.

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