Old Mother Hubbard

Or maybe it should be Old Mother Evans, but skip the dog with a bone thing. The cupboards are bare and poor Old Mother Evans is hungry.

There is no more cookie dough in the freezer.
There is no more chocolate hiding in my pantry.
There are no more cinnamon rolls leftover from seminary.

I need some sugar/chocolate for comfort. I need comforting because I've eaten too much sugar/chocolate in my life.

It's a vicious circle, my friends.

Please tell me that broiled veggies taste just like Hershey's Nuggets with Toffee bits.