Rolled right into temptation

When I wheeled the harp into the wedding cocktail hour I was playing at yesterday, I was so relieved. There wasn't a wedding cake in sight. I don't know why, but couples looooove to have the harp set up near the wedding cake. It's probably really good for pictures. "Oh see our wedding cake, and look, there's the harpist!" - all in one shot. But it's not really good for the cravings it starts in me.

I rarely eat cake or cupcakes or even muffins. But wedding cake gets me every single time. I can't leave without a piece. Or two. And if I don't get to have wedding cake, I'll start to think about cake and desperately want it until I get it. And non-wedding cake is so disappointing.

I thought I was safe. I set up the harp in my corner, got it tuned, got the harp cart and case hidden away in a closet and waited until start time.

And then they started rolling out carts and jars and containers and all varieties of...candy. 

The candy buffet was in full view through the strings.

Yogurt pretzels, white taffy, rock candy, silver and white almonds, little pearly sixlets,

 gold foil-wrapped goodies. All within arm's reach.

Do you know how hard it is to play for two hours with the scent of this table of goodness wafting at you?

Pretty hard.

But I waited until I was done playing and all the guests were inside the ballroom for dinner and the candy buffet was in near ruins. Scooped up a little handful of the pearly sixlets in one of the monogrammed cups and relished my minty, chocolately reward on the way home. Not wedding cake, but not bad.