Just slowly peel it off the bottom half, and the combination of the soft underside with the browned, slightly crunchy top makes for a most enjoyable little feast. That is how I prefer my muffin tops.
I find it astonishing that women–and men–find this look to be attractive and ok. It’s not.
It’s called eating too much, perhaps gorging on way too many Little Debbie cakes, or bags of Funyuns, or maybe platters of the original muffin top.
Unfortunately, one witnesses such displays of extra poundage no matter where you go. At the store (usually by people still wearing pajamas; and how did that come about?) or at the beach, just walking by, revealing more skin than they should.
I don’t get it, but then we are the most obese nation in the world. Fancy that. All those wonderful foods out there, and yet a vast majority of the populace chooses to consume processed foods, all laced with Buddha-knows-what. Most likely partially-hydrogenated oils and high fructose corn syrup. Does anyone look at serving sizes? This may come as a shock, but every product does come with a label. It should be required reading.
Jesus, it’s a sorry state indeed when this look has become the norm. Save the look for your breakfast instead. And make that sparingly as well, to vanquish the spare tire syndrome.
“Say, can you please pass the butter?”…
Copyright, Paul Grignon, 2012, All Rights Reserved. *
*except for the two photos.