Let's just put it this way, I have a problem with candy. A few years ago I bought one of those huge Easter baskets for a friend's kid two weeks before Easter and had eaten all the candy without really knowing what I was doing in a kind of candy trance. All that was left in the end was the basket and the cellophane.
So yesterday I'm at my daughter's school participating in one of those 'observe the lessons without nodding off' sort of shenanigans and while I was helping my daughter make a teepee out of felt a woman came up to me. She was flushed and dizzy with excitement as if she'd just had a roll in the hay with Steven Tyler.
She said, "I'm Jenny Jackanapes [not her real name] and I'm organizing the Christmas Bazaar. I'm just so excited about the Christmas Bazaar, aren't you?"
I looked behind me to see if she was talking to someone else but she wasn't.
"Well, it certainly sounds like it will be fun!" I said, trying to look excited.
"It will be!" Jenny said. "And basically I need volunteers to help out and I think you'd be perfect helping the kids make the gingerbread houses."
I was going to say, "Hey lady, I could help you with the houses but I'd probably eat every bit of candy not to mention every chocolate button and scraping of frosting," but instead I said, "Great I'll do it."
My daughter Sausage has a similar problem with candy. Like if if its not glued down she'll eat eat. Actually scratch that. When she was three she came home with a picture of a snowman which had marshmallows glued onto it and two minutes later she'd eaten the marshmallows off the picture.
So here I go. I don't know how Jenny's going to react when I come to volunteer for Gingerbread House duty wearing a Silence of the Lambs mask though.
Have you had any out of control food experiences and what's the one food you have to be physically restrained from devouring?