I have been COUNTING COUP at the grocery store. Counting coup is is a way the Plains Indians gained prestige. "...prestigious acts included touching an enemy warrior with the hand, bow, or with a coup stick then escaping unharmed..."
Let me explain how I am counting coup.
I try to eat as healthily as the next person, but I have a lot of food weaknesses. If I can resist the one or two crappy food cravings of the day, I can resist them all. At least, for THAT particular trip to the grocery store.
Most of you know what I mean.
Also, if it doesn't go in the cart, it can't go in the car, and if it isn't in the car, it can't be unloaded into the house.
So here is my self-imposed test of strength, will, and determination.
I decided to touch and leave behind whatever might trigger my loss of self-control. I am documenting it with my cell phone.
Here are my first two.
I did not actually touch the cruellers, just the tray. But the aroma when I opened the serving case was heady and beckoning. And I said no, thank you.