To all the gluten I've left behind: Pastries!

Bundt Cake

Green Frosting Cupcakes

Pastry

Good Lord! When I say I had a pastry problem it was a serious issue. I had this thing that when I was upset, I would get donut holes from the Shipley's less than a mile, form my house and would finish the bag in my car before I reach my front door.

The love was real and so were the sugar highs. Pastries just had a way of enabling me to see the silver lining in life, and for those few moments my father could be my father and the world still look like a unicorn threw up on it.

Cake will never leave my heart or my mouth apparently. Quick story time. So I was trying to make chicken and veggie sauce to go over rice on Tuesday and i wanted to make a thickener. So I grabbed a box added potato starch to water, mixed it and threw it in the pan. Surprise! Surprise! My sauce begins to foam. Turns out I added baking soda instead. So my emotional self dumps it down the garbage disposal and takes a huge chunk of real cake (has gluten) and went to my room to mourn.

I've always dreamed of travelling to different countries just to eat their pastries. But now the dream has gone to rest because at this point it would be a "mission leading to my death" type situation. I will never lose hope though, it could still happen.

Honestly, I hope I don't get emotional eaters for kids. I wouldn't know how to explain that this is not the way because it is the only way I know.

Nigerian pastries are another category to cry over. There is puff puff, chin chin, meat pie, sausage rolls, the list goes on and just stares at me in the face, mocking me. I can't tell you the internal battle I face whenever I go to wedding or birthday party or graduation and they have small chops on the table, just daring me to pop one in my mouth. I think the only way I wouldn't eat one is if I knew they had poison or they would kill me.

Puff puff I have a detailed past you see. When I was younger my mom rarely ever let me buy street food. It was a sneak and eat situation until I went to boarding school and I didn't have it that often. But then I came to America and trips to the African store became a regular thing. Then I taught myself how to make it and ended up eating 25 in 2 days, by myself. Can you really blame me though? It's hot, airy and sweet, like a hot-air balloon made out of dough, lifting you to pleasures unknown.

If you're not Nigerian it's similar to beignets. Just that beignets have a lot more sugar and I can't really enjoy them once they get cold.

Enjoy your pastries ladies and gents, they might kill you but you will have great memories while alive.

Have a good one!