Fridge Police

I've worked at the Career Center for a year and a half, and I still don't have a clue who the RP is.

This is my confession.

Everyone knows that I don't mix fruit and dessert.

I have a most embarrassing confession.

A while back, Carolyn and I went to visit out friend Sara in Tuscaloosa. As always, she played a great host and showed us the best restaurants in town. Before C and I made the trek back to Columbia and Tallahassee, we stopped at a little brunch place called Food Is Good (I agree). The brunch buffet was phenomenal, but of course I was most looking forward to dessert at the end of our meal. The three amigos sidled up to the dessert table to eye the spread. Carrot cake, german chocolate, chocolate, bourbon pecan, red velvet, yellow cake...I could name them all. As a dessert connoisseur, I pride myself of my knowledge of desserts. I was overwhelmed with choices and knew the pressure was on to make the right decision. Carolyn suggested the Red Velvet, to which my response was:

"Oh no thanks, I don't like raspberries."

Sara gave me one of her famous eyebrow raises. Carolyn looked at me with a blank stare. I huffed and said "What? You guys know how I don't do fruit and dessert!" I refused the cake because, for 25 years, I have believed that red velvet cake is colored red because of raspberries. For 25 years I've refused red velvet cake on that principle. For 25 years, no one has corrected me. For 25 years, I have missed out on the joy that comes from cream cheese frosting and a delightfully red chocolate cake.

I'm making up for lost time. I have a lot of red velvet to eat.

November

Top 5 and bottom 5 of winter.

Looking forward to:

1. Hot chocolate

2. Pashminas. I love pashminas.

3. Snuggling with Sophie by the fireplace

4. No humidity = great hair

5. Pajama sets

Not looking forward to:

1. Over lotioning to account for dry skin.

2. Getting shocked every time I close my car door

3. Bulky clothes

4. Winter shoe shopping (the worst)

5. Getting dark at 6pm.