Seriously, I told him no mas and several times too! But still, he brings them home the leftovers. El chico is 18, so I know, how is he suppose to understand that at 50+, I am losing the battle of the bulge and it’s killing me to have to make a really tough decision on what to eat with my coffee every morning. I mean, Dios mio! How can someone possibly resist opening that box from one of the best bakeries around and say no gracias to those lovely pazckis, apple fritters, almond crescents, chocolate glazed donuts or blueberry coffee cake! It’s getting ridiculous! There’s even a 3 layered carrot cake in the fridge calling my name. I want to be so boring and just have a bowl full of mini-wheats. But NO, El chico has to bring home 10 pounds of left over pastries from work. I know, yo se, he’s feels like he’s contributing to the household, supplying us with empty calories for breakfast, not to mention the loaves of bread that we use for sandwiches. Okay I get it, but how can I say no to those beautiful pastries, because the guilt I feel if they stale is also unbearable. I mean come on there are people starving and we have 10 pounds of melt in your mouth pastry sitting on the kitchen counter. Also, I don’t want to be ungrateful but, come on, he has to start taking me seriously, or I am in GRANDE trouble!
Buenos dias! Born in Bogota, Colombia, moved to Nashville, TN at 4 years old, learned English in Kinder, live in the Chicago area with husband and our 3 handsome Colombian muchachos and love being an ESL teacher. View all posts by Marcela