Rum Balls

Published December 28, 2012 by clanofthesleepingbear

Since the birth of my first daughter people have mistakenly assumed that I’m pregnant. It’s gotten worse since I had a second child. Weak stomach muscles twice stretched out to accommodate very large babies, plus a fondness for food, and a distaste for exercise has me sporting a sizable belly. It’s hot. Even hotter is how I’m still largely wearing maternity tops because they don’t cling to my stomach the way regular tops do.
I have decided I no longer wish to be fat so am making one of those ‘new year, new me’ resolutions. No more endless grazing on junk food, blah, blah, blah. This leaves me with less than a week to eat the four large trays of cookies from Christmas, because throwing them out would be wasteful.
All of which leads up to a very important question: how many rum balls can one eat in one sitting before getting drunk? It’s impossible, right? I think I’d get sick on the sugar before becoming intoxicated. I’ve eaten six so far.



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