Today was a decent day. I’m on vacation from work until Thursday, so I’m home all day with plenty to do but not much I want to do. Trying to get ready for Christmas. The mood is here. Food-wise, I didn’t do bad. Until tonight.
My honey came home from work, and we both wanted Chili’s, instead of cooking at home. Actually, if I had cooked, that would have been fine, but he mentioned a Chili’s hamburger, and that was what I had already been thinking about, so that’s where we went.
We had seen a commercial for the Baby Back Rib Bonus - ribs, fries, salad, and dessert for $10.99. I don’t do ribs, but he does, and that’s a good deal, right? So I ate my burger, and only a few fries. I was kinda proud of that. But we planned to share the dessert.
Chili’s has a new dessert. You know their Chocolate Molten Cake? They now have it in WHITE CHOCOLATE! Oh. My. God.
So we finish our food, which wasn’t too much, but enough. (Except for the chips I ate before the burger came.) It was good. I was full. But then came dessert.
Holy Cow.
A huge plate, with a huge DELICIOUS cake on it, with a huge scoop of DELICIOUS ice cream, plus gooey stuff and white chocolate shavings, and all the works.
Why did I even order dinner? This was plenty. And it was there, so it HAD to be eaten. He helped. Probably ate close to half, even though it didn’t seem like it.
It was probably the best dessert I have ever had at a restaurant, bar none. It was absolutely SINFUL. The Devil.
Now that it’s over with, and now that the richness of it has tore up my stomach, I will go on. That’s the first time in a long, LONG time that I have ordered dessert at a restaurant, and now I know why. No more Baby Back Ribs Bonus. I have enjoyed, overindulged, and, even though it was SO good, I really do regret it. I don’t think I did enough to lose my star, but it made me guilty enough.
I will do better.