Growing up, my mom loved to bake! My sisters are 10 and 11 years older than me and I can remember when they were teenagers, all their friends would call my mom June Cleaver…like from Leave It to Beaver? It’s an old show, so don’t worry if you don’t get it lol Once my friends starting coming around, they all called her Betty Crocker (Betty, for short). We just ALWAYS had something freshly baked for dessert, whether it was her famous chocolate cake, a cheesecake, German chocolate cake, red velvet cake….it was mostly cake lol She hated making cookies and pies, but she loved herself some cake. So every night, her and I would always have a piece of cake plus a glass of milk (she liked 2 ice cubes in her milk, I liked one).
Don’t get me wrong, she was fantastic at instilling healthy eating habits in me! She packed my lunch every day with a protein, a carb, a fruit, and a vegetable. For dinner, we always had TWO vegetables on the side instead of just one. So overall, I learned really great habits! But my mom always said, she’d rather not be stick thin if that meant she got to enjoy her dessert every night.