I never realized I was one of the worst enabler-drug pushers in the world. Who ever said sugar was the most addicting thing there is , is cramping my style.

Oh my, the little ole lady on the corner, which is me, is now the dreaded lady in the hood.

Maybe I should move my business elsewhere. Perhaps the mid west where donuts and cakes and cookies and pies and pastries are still considered girl next door type of food, not just to dream of, but actually savor and devour.

Late last night, my neighbor, in the cloak of darkness, picked up her share of caramelized pear cinnamon rolls and a chocolate souffle ready to be popped in the oven.

Ahhhhh, she and her family got their sugar high , and I am one to blame!