In my office, I have a huge jar of chocolate-covered raisins. I like to treat students when I’m in a sociable mood.
“God, how do you manage to resist the temptation?” a colleague asks.
But I barely even notice the jar. If it were a jar of pickles or salami slices, yeah, I’d go nuts on it. It would be embarrassing to watch what I’d do to it. But sweets I tend to forget about.
