Hell's Bells. My little "candlelight supper" read dessert turned out to be more than I bargained for. My boss' wife collapsed on the street within minutes of leaving The Closet. Unofficial cause: sugar crash or sugar spike. I served a local bakery's Italian cream cake and it was divine. She certainly didn't gorge herself - didn't finish her serving, but I guess it was too much.
I wasn't there when it happened, just them and another co-worker. It was the co-worker that called me later to tell me what had happened. I felt horrible about it, worried about her and didn't sleep well myself. As hosts, we've all become concerned about serving alcohol to guests, but I never thought I would have to worry about too much sugar in the dessert.
Kind of puts a damper on things. She's okay this morning, which is good.
I'm hoping to get in a ride tonight and tomorrow, but it has rained off and on all week. My 4th plans involve tagging along with Bick as he shops for furniture and fireworks. Other than that, I've got nothing. Kinda on a sugar crash/under slept thing myself.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Get the fruit plate.