Sweet mother of Sparta, I’m in love with a honey ball. OPA!

Read into this what you will, but I’m in love with a honey ball.  Specifically a honey ball the size of a timbit but oval shaped, dripping with syrup-y honey and dusted with cinnamon.  Yep, that’s the one.  Fresh out of the deep fryer, these tasty little morsels grabbed my heart by the taste buds and forced me to eat an undisclosed amount, although I will say it was a big enough number that I’ve felt the need to up the number of 10-minute trainer workouts this week in order to stay on track with the post-pregnancy weight-loss initiative.  But enough about pesky exercise….now back to the balls.

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