Oh Uncle Phil, I love you, only you could understand our love for food.
But I’m no fool; I’m totally aware that if I bake something and it stays in my house, it’d only be a matter of weeks before I became a forerunner for the role of Violet Beauregarde after her three course chewing gum.
The solution to my problem? Parties. It’s typically expected that at group events I can be counted on to bring something Anti-weight watchers. These parties serve as my outlets for creativity, especially if there’s a theme for ’em, and frankly, they save my soul (and my waistline).