Devil Rolls and Pinterest Linky Party!

I know I mentioned that I’m going on a cruise soon. Unfortunately, I’m a bit of a tub-o. It’s genetic. Also I really like tasty stuff. And the worst part is that my hunny is an enabler. He loves food. And he also loves sitting on the couch. So I’m having a few issues about putting on a swimsuit and romping around like a dorkus. I don’t mind curves (those aren’t going anywhere!) but I would like to have a few less curves in certain areas.

Yesterday, my hunny’s godfather took us to dinner. We went to my hunny’s favorite place: Texas Roadhouse. If you’ve been to Texas Roadhouse, you know that there are two things on the table before your meal arrives. There is a bucket of peanuts and there is a basket of fluffy, doughy, deliciously smushy rolls.

Well, I had just spent the whole day trying not to think about the frozen cookie dough in my freezer. I didn’t plan it that way – I bought cookie dough from a high school football player when he came to my door about four months ago. Then I forgot about it, because it never came. On Thursday (my first day of summer break), the little football player arrived at my door with two tubs of frozen cookie dough and an apology that it took so long. So I stuffed them in the freezer and tried not to think about them. Because I heart cookie dough.

So after a day of trying to keep the cookie dough from shoving itself in my face, I was super hungry. I had tried to deter my craving for tastiness with the pin below about Greek yogurt, but it’s no substitute for cookie dough. I had a plan, though. I was going to let Fernie and his godfather eat the rolls while I ate peanuts.

I sat at the table, and the waitress placed our bowl of doughy goodness in the middle. I looked around…

and there were no peanuts. I panicked for a second. I looked around helplessly. I saw other people enjoying their peanuts.

And I saw other people enjoying their fluffy puffy balls of baked dough as well. Oh dear.

Hunny! I said. Where are the peanuts?!

He chuckled. He knew what I was doing, so he found me some peanuts. I proceeded to shove them into my face at a rate that would impress a circus elephant.

They finished the rolls.

Then the waitress came back. “Oh!” she said. “Do you need some new rolls?”
But she didn’t just ask it, people. As the words were coming out of her mouth, tiny little horns popped out of her head and her voice dropped several octaves. She grew little fangs and proclaimed it in an evil voice while little flames danced in her pupils. “Yes.” said my hunny.

I will refrain from  making a comment about his supportiveness here.

I summoned the power of Greyskull and magically, no rolls entered my person. However, I did shell peanuts like a squirrel. Yay for me.