Sunday, December 16, 2007

Pot pies, made with love by the devil

For my first blog, I didn't really know where to start, so I decided to just start from today. A few days ago while me and my husband were at Kroger doing our weekly replenishing of the fridge and pantry, I was in the frozen section looking for some quick meals since my husband would be working 3-11 every night that week and I wouldn't be cooking. That's when my eye caught a little red box with a delicious looking pot pie on the front and I was instantly brought back to childhood when my father would put them in the oven for me and my sis and we would eat them like we were eating some sort of wonderful feast. Needless to say I picked up a few to eat over the next few days. When I made the first one that night, I was not disappointed. It tasted exactly as I remembered. I had 2 more over the next couple of days before I decided to look at the label to see what I was actually consuming. I nearly had a cardiac arrest when I saw the fat and calorie content. 450 calories for one of those little pies! The fat content was somewhere in the mid 30s or about half of what a normal person should consume in fat per day. I was pretty much devastated at this discovery because I think my metabolism has taken a vacation lately. Up until my late teens I could eat ANYTHING and not gain weight. In fact I was so skinny, my dad thought I was bulimic for awhile and I could wear kids size clothes until I was a teenager. Now at age 23, I gain weight if I look at a donut or any other delicious morsel of wonderfulness. So, sadly no more pot pies for me. The last one in the freezer will stay there until it either spontaneously combusts, or gets put in the endless pit which is my husband's stomach. I'm thinking the latter will happen first.