But the smell...
It's been over twelve hours, multiple hand-washings and a shower since I put the junk on my finger and I can't make the smell go away.
If you see a fat woman wandering confused, sniffing her finger obsessively and muttering, "Why? Why?", please be kind.
While I was making the pudding, I didn't understand the need for gelatin and ice cubes. It's science! The ice makes the gelatin firm quickly, which is important when you're in a calorie-starved rampage and need dessert now. Alas, the pudding just makes things worse. The good parts -- pumpkin and spice -- are dulled by the cold and overpowered by the bitterness of the artificial sweetener and "Mape-L."
You'd be better off sprinkling pie spice on pumpkin purée and leaving well enough alone. Because the human body, when presented with fake sweeteners, gets chimp-style angry when real sugar doesn't hit the bloodstream.
To counteract three bites of the pudding, I ate a handful of candy from my kid's Halloween stash.
This is why I am not a Weight Watchers success story.
Robin Wheeler writes the blog Poppy Mom and is a regular contributor to Gut Check. After years of making and eating fancy food, Robin is sick of it all. She's returning to the basics: recipes that haven't surfaced in three decades. She reports on the results every Monday.
