The company Christmas party was last night, and by the look on people’s faces you can tell they had a big night!
It’s 10.00am and half the staff haven’t made it into the office yet. And those that are hear look like they would rather be anywhere else! Pretty much everyone is looking hungover, and in between sharing war stories of how much they drank and what nightclub they ended up in, there’s only one thing on people’s minds…
Bacon, sausage, and egg – maybe with a bit of black pudding and some tomato ketchup – all in a white bread roll. It’s the perfect hangover cure!
Personally, I wasn’t at the party last night, and I’m not hungover. But the smell of the breakfast rolls in the office is driving me crazy. I know that if I had been drinking I’d have had at least one of these by now – and even though I’m not hungover, the smell is driving me crazy and I’m seriously considering getting one!
These Christmas nights out cause serious damage to my weight loss, even when I don’t go!
There seems to be a very peculiar thing in Irish culture that says you always need to have some “good” biscuits in your home, just in case you get visitors.
It seems to be the ultimate social faux-pas to greet a visitor (be they friend, family or mortal enemy) without something sweet and fancy (biscuits, cake, or similar) to offer up with a cup of tea, even if said visitor turns up at the door completely unannounced.
I’m not sure what would happen if anyone ever turned up at an Irish house and there were no biscuits to offer, because I don’t think this occurrence has ever happened.
The impact for literally tens of thousands of Slimming World members in Ireland is that they are obliged to have “good” biscuits in their homes at all times.
And it would take the strength of Samson himself to resist those biscuits for longer than a day or two.
Even now I can hear the chocolate hobnobs calling to me from the kitchen press. And there’s no such thing as having just one. Biscuits are a trigger food for me, and once I open the packet, at least half of them would be gone – and that’s a lot of Syns!
And afterwards, of course, I’d have to buy some more – you know – in case we get visitors.
If your wife spent the entire day baking red velvet cupcakes with cream-cheese frosting for a charity bake sale (that she’s organising) on Valentine’s Day, then it would be churlish not to try one, wouldn’t it?
Probably about 50 syns, but worth every one!
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