For the last several days, my house has been full of licorice.
Not that I am complaining. Too much. I’m one of those people, the ones who sort out the black jellybeans from the others so I can hoard them and keep them all to myself, my precious, precious black jellybeans full of licoricey goodness and arrhythmia-inducing chemicals, I loves them so.
On the other hand, though, they really don’t fit into my new 2012 Diet Plan, which is entitled “Eat Less Crap.” It’s a fairly flexible plan, really, but sugar pellets really don’t fit into it no matter what color they are.
One of the many, many activities that the girls engage in on a regular basis is the local 4H club. This is why we drag the cat over to the Fairgrounds and pretend it’s not your basic domestic alleyrabbit for the judges. It’s why we have actual rabbits in our home. It’s why there will be even more theater in our world this spring, more art this summer, and less free time overall. And a County Fair. Don't forget the County Fair.
Like any other self-help program, there are also monthly meetings. These meetings have themes, activities, games and other entertainments, organized and led by the kids themselves. It gives them a sense of responsibility and they usually have a grand time.
Last night was Lauren’s turn to be in charge, and she decided that what two or three dozen kids really needed to make their evening more interesting was a cupcake decorating contest.
So we baked a few batches of cupcakes ahead of time, stocked up on various sugary things that could, conceivably, be used for decorations, and met up with everyone else and their similar horde of goodies.
You could get diabetes just standing downwind of the place.
But after a flurry of activity, there were any number of finely crafted cupcakes ready for judging. And they were judged.
And then they were eaten.
All of them. And all of their decorations.
Even the licorice jellybeans on top.