"NOOOOOOOOOO!" My son found me crying at the end of aisle 3. "What's wrong, Mom?" All I could manage was to point to the TastyKake display.
A little backstory: as a young girl growing up in Central Pennsylvania, I cut my teeth on TastyKakes. Fresh from the bakery in Philadelphia, those little cakes did more for me than anything else could. Mmmmmm the nights I spent with KandyKakes. Lunches I spent with Butterscotch Krimpets. The only way to escape their siren call was to move 1600 miles to South Texas. I haven't had a TastyKake in 7 years.
So I ask you, what are the odds? Five days before bariatric surgery my local grocery decides to introduce San Antonio to the wonders of these Philadelphia baked goods!?! It's a CONSPIRACY I tell you! At least, that's what I told Security at the grocery store when they tried to calm me down.
But I did resist. So far. I am T-minus 5 days until LapBand surgery and I've come too far to fall into this carbohydrate trap. Please wish me luck, I'm gonna need it.