Ordinarily I try to watch what I eat. Sometimes, though, my wife plays tricks on me.
Take this evening, for example. She made her usual extra-delicious spaghetti, and just left it in a pot on the range top, knowing I'd see it, smell it and probably eat some of it. She also cunningly left a pot of water on the range, with a container of noodles on the counter adjacent.
Very cunningly, she put a 14" deep plate at the top of the stack of lesser plates in the cabinet. I was tricked--tricked, I tell you--into filling that plate from edge to edge and nearly two inches high with noodles and the fabulous sauce. Tomatoes, portabella mushrooms, spicy sausage...who could resist?
Then came the really devious part. She left two pieces of chocolate fudge cake in a package on a nearby counter, knowing full well that I can't resist chocolate.
And now I'm in pain. I know she did this intentionally to keep me awake all night with my stomach about to burst.
She's simply evil.