Chicken Pot Pie and S'mores Cakes

Last night, I had a friend over for dinner. We go way back....waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back. All the way to high school.


See! Here we are in high school. She's in the plaid front and center and I've got the bag between my knees

I made chicken pot pie. It's remotely healthy. It's fairly easy. It's a good idea. While everyone was eating, she got on me for not eating much. I ate as much as I would if it had just been me and Skinny. I didn't think anything of it.

After dinner, we started talking about pampered chef. I sell this stuff and it's quality. She loved this one pot and said we needed to make a s'mores cake like they have in the picture. I just happen to have all the ingredients and we whip it up.

I was like a fat kid with this cake. The whole time it was baking I was excited. I didn't want the cake. I wanted to bake the cake. I have wanted to bake this cake for months. I even purchased this pan so I could bake this cake but never had a reason.

When it was ready, she asked me how much I wanted and I said "none."  I really didn't want to eat any. I didn't eat any of the Halloween candy she brought over either. I found that just the thought of making the cake was enough to make me happy. I could share it and get rid of it and not have to eat it.

Is this a new leaf in the world of FatWife? Maybe. It could have just been the night but I think it's awesome that I turned down S'mores cake.