So yesterday, in the North End, I broke down, went to Mike’s Pastry, where I bought a chocolate chip cannoli, a pear made out of marzipan, and three macaroons. Then, I INHALED them all when I got home.
An hour later, I freaked out and called my dad. I had fallen off the no-dessert wagon. I needed my DA (Desserts Anonymous) sponsor STAT. (My father hasn't eaten dessert in over a year.)
Today I got this email from him checking up on me after my sugar train wreck: Who was your yesterday enabler? Do you have a life line for today when you get the Dessert Tremins?
Clearly, I am descended from comedians.
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