When I was young and living with my parents, they cut me off from dessert. I was like the fat kid Augustus Gloop in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". Any kind of dessert of fat laden item to come into the house was going to vaporize within minutes.
Anyway, my parents cut me off after I started putting on serious weight. I started craving that shit, because as my fellow fatties can attest, the need for that stuff just doesn't go away overnight.
So I'm combing the cabinets looking for something, anything. Stray chocolate chips? Nope. An M&M that fellow out of a bag? A beaten up package of Little Debbies that fell out of the box? Nope, and nope.
What I did find, however, was a package of baking chocolate. For those of you who don't know, baker's chocolate is chocolate without ANY sugar or sweetener in it. I found this out the hard way when I test ate a square, and spit it into the trash.
I get the idea to melt a square and mix some sugar into it; problem is, we didn't have sugar in the house, because fatty me would sit and eat spoonfuls of it with no other option. The item I found that had the highest sugar content in it was Heinz Ketchup. I was so hard up for something sweet, I melted down the rest of the baker's chocolate, squirted some ketchup in there, and mixed it up.
You can guess what happened. I'm still overweight today, but losing it slowly, and when I have the unthrottled urge to gorge myself on junk food, I think about vomiting that ketchup chocolate into the sink of my parents' kitchen.
Not that all fat people are addicts, but I pretty much perfectly fit that bill. I wish there was an AA for fatties.
I'm starving right now so that looks absolutely delicious.
This isn't really that strange. We would take a bit of pizza sauce, put it on two halves of an english muffin, throw some cheese on top, and a bit of pepperoni or sausage. Toast it up. It's a legit baby pizza.