Mom's Sweet Tooth

It wasn't until a few months ago that I learned just how bad a sweet tooth my mom has. Last year when we took off for a short trip down to Biloxi to stay at one of those fancy casinos Mom was in heaven. You've heard the term two fisted drinker, well, Mom is a two handed dessert eater. She would come back from the dessert table with two or three plates in each hand. I'm not kidding, she spent more time at the dessert buffet than I did at the Craps table. I asked her when she started liking dessert so much. She told me that she always loved dessert but the rest of the family would have already eaten everything before she got around to seconds. I called her today and asked what she was doing? She said she was getting ready for a yard sale at her house. (Oh no) And she was also eating her lunch. Of course, I wanted to know what she was having? Chocolate cake! Mom was having chocolate cake for lunch, for lunch mind you, not dessert. I wanted to know why she didn't have any cake when I stayed at her house last week. She said I probably would've eaten most of it and wasn't I trying to lose some weight. She had a point there. I then reminded her that she was supposed to be losing some weight too. Silence! Then she said this: "Nobody, and I mean nobody is going to tell me that I can't bake my cake and eat it too!" "Goodbye!" Click!