Sweet tooth?

One of my closest friends is a really good cook. Of everything, but particularly sweet stuff. Which I can't get enough of, which is problematic because I'm a porker and need to lose weight, but love food much more than exercise. And have no ability to say no to most foods. Anyway. She gave me about 12 kilos of rocky road for Christmas, and of course it was glorious, and of course I ate it in about three days. Ok, 12 kilos might be an exaggeration. But not much of one.

Right. Now picture this. Butternut snap biscuit. With homemade caramel on top, a good two centimetres thick. And about a centimetre of chocolate on top of the caramel. You're either drooling with desire or close to vomiting at the thought of all that gooey, chocolate-y, crunchy biscuit-y taste sensation goodness, aren't you? Me, I'm stoked to have a friend who so generously makes things like that for me! Slight problem though: she makes them each year for my birthday because they're one of my favourite things in the world (and she's a champion!). And I'm 37 tomorrow, so I've got a huge container full of them in the fridge. And I don't want to share, but nor should I eat them if I don't want to induce diabetes!

Such a dilemma ;)

Oh, and think I forgot to say: happy new year to all out there (Ahem... all two readers I know of!)