Aren't you supposed to crave sweets when you are a kid? Sugar and spice and all things nice, right? That's what little girls are made of. Isn't there some unwritten rule to get into the candy drawer, your mom's purse, and demolish ALL of your Christmas stocking candy...the morning of Christmas? I guess somewhere along the way my sisters and I went wrong (or maybe right) and just weren't ever like that. I mean, It would take a month to eat our Halloween candy and maybe two months (or more) to finish off the giant chocolate bunny in our Easter baskets. I don't think I even had a cavity until High School. (And haven't had another one since.)

The older I get though, I don't just crave sweets - I NEED them. It's weird. It used to be chocolate all the time (especially if combined with peanut butter.) Cake and cookies never did it for me. Now, it's anything. I secretly hope to get away with a piece of wedding cake at every wedding I photograph. It doesn't help either that I live with a man that has no self control and can finish off a whole tub of ice cream while I'm out running errands. (BTW hiding the empty carton in the bathroom trash doesn't fool me.) And after dinner, or sometimes while we're making dinner, the question is what we're going to have for dessert. Not IF we're having desert, but what. Oh and P.S. the older I get the worse my will power is too.

So, when all week I started finding Reese's hearts all over the vicinity of my desk I had to smile. I also had to smile when my red velvet cupcakes turned out perfect. They were gone within two days. I love holidays. And I love excuses to eat unnecessary amounts of sugar. :)