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Here's the back cover blurb:
JoBeth Tomlin loses everything—her family, her job, her figure and the man of her dreams, all before her thirtieth birthday. And just when she thinks things can’t get any worse, she has to move in with her eccentric aunt, two feisty cats and a flatulent old dog named Roscoe. With all the sorrow snacking going on, JoBeth’s food baby is starting to show. Will she turn to God or Little Debbie for answers?
As I wrote the book, I consulted women who had food addictions and compulsions to get a good feel for the character and her motivations. One of the women had undergone gastric bypass surgery and lost an enormous amount of weight, but she still had strange food peccadilloes. She liked to drive through Long John Silvers and order "the crunchies." Now, if you're wondering, "crunchies" are not on the menu there. She wanted the crunchy pieces of leftover batter in the fryer. Yes, this is an actual thing, and she buys them, AND loves 'em.
One of JoBeth's (my character) favorite snacks is a banana studded with Hershey's kisses, then dipped in chocolate syrup and rolled in nuts, covered in whipped cream and topped with a maraschino cherry. (Yummers!) That little jewel came from two sources--my own daughters AND a beloved food truck I love in Austin, Texas called Bananarchy!
Do you have food peccadilloes? (In case you're wondering, here's the definition: a very minor or slight sin or offense; a trifling fault.). I would love to hear about them!