Growing up, there was never a shortage of sweets in our house. Cookies–homemade or store bought– candy of multiple varieties, sugary cereals, soda I could help myself to, ice cream or popsicles (if not both) in the freezer. It’s a wonder to me why I don’t crave sweets very often these days. (Or why I don’t have diabetes or weigh much more than I do. ;) )
Yesterday was the first time in awhile where I actually craved anything super sugary. I woke up and all my body wanted was cinnamon rolls. Soft, pillowy, cream-cheese-glazed warm cinnamon rolls. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to walk into the kitchen and make some while drinking my coffee.