April 2019
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The Jiffy Cake Bandits……

I love sweets, especially when I am pregnant!  Let’s face it, I have always had a sweet tooth.  It just seems to be exasperated when I am pregnant.  Everything tastes SO much better and has SO much more flavor.  I’m sure anyone pregnant would agree about the taste of food. 

I bring this up about sweets because I realize that a lot of my issues with loving them has to do with my childhood.  You see, I grew up in a “sugar-free” household.  I should add along with that a  “taste-free” household.  My Mother did not believe in sugar or processed food, along with salt.  Now, I need to start off by saying that because of these rues I DID learn a lot about good and bad foods.  However, moderation and deprivation are entirely two different things.  Especially when you are a small child.  I believe that all of my sisters, along with myself have food issues because of our up bringing.  A lot of emotional eating and or not eating. 

To point out what some of these rules meant, I will give you some examples.  At school, I was not allowed to have any morning or afternoon snack.  Foods like crackers, cookies, and juices.  Only fruit if it was offered.  I remember just sitting there watching everyone eat.  I also never had a “real’ birthday cake.  I remember one year my Mom made one out of honey and wheat.  OMG!  It was hard as a rock, and I swear she forgot the honey.  As my sisters and I got older, we would try to sneak any form of sugar in the house that we could.  It would be like Christmas morning when we actually found some!  Jumping up and down like we had just struck oil!  One specific memory I have is when we would go to our Grandmas house.  She had a drawer where she would hide her candy.  Little did we know that the candy was from 1910.  Literally, it practically would break your teeth.  We did find one thing that we could bring home with us though.  We thought we had hit a jackpot when we came across some Jiffy cake mix boxes.  We had a plan, when our Mom was at work we would make them.  We did, and then, so that we would never get caught, we hid them under our beds.  I have to tell you that the cake was STALE ROTTEN!!!  But we didn’t care, we finally had a real cake, some sugar, some comfort and some normality.  We felt like kids, giddy and all from all the sugar and yellow number 5.  We didn’t care that this too came from that same 1910 drawer back at my Grandma’s house.  We were in heaven!   

So you see, I feel like I have somewhat of an excuse now as to why I love sweets so much.  Especially when I am pregnant.  I am going to enjoy and live it up a little.  Hope you will join me to a nice slice of Jiffy cake.