About two months before I go home, I start to watch what I eat; I walk a little more vigorously; and I practice smiling while sucking my stomach in. A week before I go home, I cave. I know that short of a tummy tuck and butt lift, my grandmother will take one look at me when I walk into her kitchen and say "oooh 'cinta—welcome home; you gained weight!" She will then put a plate of warm scones in front of me and I will tuck into them like the happy, fat grandchild that I am.
Instead of taking offense, I'm making sure I take/earn the compliment!
Chocolate Biscuit Cake (a.k.a. Chocolate. Biscuit. Cake.)
It's so easy to make and even easier to eat:
1. Melt 300g chocolate (dark or milk) and 100g unsalted butter over a saucepan of boiling water.
2. Remove from heat and stir in a can of condensed milk.
3. Mix in a pack of roughed-up/bashed Digestive Biscuits (you can also use Carr's Whole Wheat Crackers which sound like something completely different but taste exactly like Digestives, and are easier to find here in the States.)
4. Line a loaf pan with parchment paper and fold in your chocalately-biscuitty mix; stick it in the fridge to set.
5. Distract yourself for a few hours while it sets: lick the mixing bowl; pin your hair up in front to see if you'll look like Kate Moss (skinny) if you get bangs; talk to your cat about getting a job.
6. Slice your cake into small chunks and eat a piece every time you open the fridge.