Supermarkets and Cake Cravings.

Supermarkets tantalise me. I was in one today. It's fine when I have a shopping list and I can scoot round for what i need. However, when I shopping with my mother she will ask me to go and get some cake and wait in the aisle for her.

So there you find me in the aisle looking at cake. Coffee cake, madeira cake, angel cake, walnut cake, cherry cake, genoa cake. There are cup cakes with a turban of buttercream ontop. All of them I consider and run through the taste in my mind. It's like a crazed sort of pornography. In the end mum sort of saves me, by spotting ginger cake on a 3 for £2.00 offer. So into the basket goes the cake, to soon join the ever breeding chocolate biscuits in my parent's cupboards.

I can't say to my parents don't buy this stuff because its tempting me. I'm going to have to find a way to live without touching the stuff; no cakes, no biscuits. I do feel i need a crutch of chocolate for how long im not sure.