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side of salty bacon and topped with fresh strawberries and
lemon glaze drizzle, along with some real maple syrup heated in a
pan with a dash of fresh vanilla. But I'm not supposed to have that
anymore, am I?"
    Joe went to her and pulled her against
his warm, strong chest. "No, baby," his voice rumbled in her ear,
"not every day anyhow. Once in a while, when we get your blood
sugar under control, it won't hurt anything but for right now, we
have some changes to make."
    She sighed. "Okay. Tell me what to do.
I'll just have to stop tasting everything in the kitchen at work; I
doubt I'll be allowed to change the menu into a diabetic gustatory
paradise but I can control my kitchen at home and I'll control
myself at work."
    "That's my girl. So the first thing we
need to do here is get rid of all the snacks and foods you
shouldn't be eating right now. That will help with
temptation."
    "You're a temptation."
    "You want to get rid of me, too?" he
asked with mock hurt.
    "You're one temptation I'll never give
up," she replied with a grin against the firm skin of his body. He
felt her smile and was encouraged. She was beginning to become the
cheerfully determined woman he admired again. He knew the changes
would be hard on her, and wasn't fooling himself that the worst was
over, but for now, for today at least, the hard part was behind
them.
    They spent over two hours going
through every food item in the pantry and refrigerator. The task
was made easier, to Elsa's mind, by the sight of Joe running around
the kitchen naked. Her baking section they left alone, just making
sure the ingredients were stored so that they would stay dry.
Someday she would bake again, using different ingredients that were
diabetic friendly, but for now they agreed she should probably stay
away from baking until her condition was under control. Elsa's mind
raced as they purged the kitchen of foods she could no longer eat;
she was mentally recalculating how to substitute whole grains and
lean proteins in her recipes. She felt optimistic that she could
continue to work on her cookbook but incorporating recipes that
were more suited to her new eating plan. She made a mental note to
call Martha the next day and discuss what Elsa's new plan was and
to change the cookbook accordingly. Martha would pitch the idea to
the publishers; Elsa was confident that there would be no trouble
changing it since they'd given her creative control in the first
place.
    When they finished going through the
kitchen, Joe boxed up all the foods and ingredients they'd removed
from the house. They dressed to go to the store and replenish their
food supplies with the things she needed to fulfill her desire to
cook and her need for a healthier diet. In all the excitement over
the revamp of the kitchen, she forgot to eat anything--not that
there was much left for her to eat--and had another episode of
shaking and near fainting at the grocery store. Joe held her
upright, ripping open a box of protein bars in the middle of the
cereal aisle and making her eat it. "You'll have to carry these
around with you all the time," he told her.
    "I'm like a Gremlin; don't feed me
after midnight or who knows what will happen," she joked. His smile
was somewhat grim. He worried she would have one of these fits in
the kitchen at work. She could be seriously injured in that
environment if she fainted. Thankfully, their schedules coincided
somewhat so that he always drove her to the restaurant and picked
her up later so he didn't have to worry about her having an episode
while driving.
    When they returned home, Elsa made a
big salad and grilled a giant filet of salmon basted in butter and
garlic. Usually, she would have used a brown sugar marinade but was
off sugar for a while. They'd replenished the kitchen with all the
ingredients she needed to follow the diet laid out by Dr. Edwards.
Joe sat at the breakfast island and watched her cook. It was one of
his favorite pastimes. In the kitchen, even under