The Quest
I mentioned one of my posts (<– look at that I learned how to link a post! yay me!) that I was on a quest for the perfect slice of Italian wedding cake.
I should preface this by explaining how I’ve established better eating habits lately and sugar is one of the things I’ve toned done quite a bit on. I loves me some sugar, but the combination of my hypothyroidism and my asshole PCP who will not up my meds, I need to make a change. Boo!
Last night I headed to the North End with my girls. We asked for Italian wedding cake and basically they told me I would need to make an appointment with the “cake person”, so that was that. After a bit of Googling while my kids ogled the pastry cases, I realized there are many types of Italian recipes that are used for wedding cake. So we each picked a slice and brought them home.
Here’s a picture you can ogle at.
The jury is back. We used a scale of 1-10.
Strawberry Shortcake
Me: 6 I really would’ve like it more if it was just slices of fresh strawberries
Haley: 5 “I like the top half, but the strawberry half is gross.”
Rory: “mmm, dis good”
Rum Cake
Me: 9
Haley: 7
Rory: “mmm, dis good”
Chocolate Mouse Cake
Me: 8.5
Haley: 10
Rory: “mmm, dis good”
We all went to bed happy and full last night. My body however, went into sugar shock I think. I woke up at 2am, with what felt like a baby cake alien trying to dig it’s way out of my stomach with a rusty fork. I prayed for puke thinking it would give me some relief, but I instead spent the following 2 1/2 hours in the fetal position on my bed in a cold sweat begging for mercy.
It was totally worth it.
yum! carbs with refined everything! my personal poison err I mean favorite! I would have succumbed to the temptation too! lol