Restraint. A measure or condition that keeps someone or something under control or within limits. I don’t know what got in to me, but I had none.
My very sweet and thoughtful Auntie P. once sent a package to me just before Christmas. I am sure she thought I could be trusted. My mom lives nearby so why mail two packages when surely I could be counted on to deliver the goods inside.
When I opened the box I found inside two tins. One tagged for me and my family and one for my mom. Putting my mom’s tin aside, I opened mine up right away. Inside was a treat festive with red maraschino cherries, chocolate chips, and walnuts. A slightly pink and moist sweet bread more like a cake than bread. Carefully cut into squares and arranged in the tin, I immediately popped a piece in my mouth. Then another. And another.
I really don’t know what overcame me. Perhaps the devil made me do it. My mom would not notice if just one piece were gone from her tin. She wasn’t even expecting a tin with goodies from her sister. Oh my god that cherry nut bread was so darn moist with just the right amount of everything and such great chew!
I cast my eyes down in shame the guilt washing over me and waited for my wrath……
It must have been so unbelievable. The audacity. Because she just stood there shaking her head and said, “You did what”?
That was ten years ago and I have baked dozens and dozens of loaves of that cherry nut bread since then. I have given most of them away for Christmas. Compensation and restitution I hope for the loaf I so greedily stole that Christmas many years ago.
Definitely give Auntie P’s recipe a try. I am sure you will see I really had no choice in the matter. See Recipe.