She flew up the stairs covered in traveling gear and paper bags.

"I brought treats!" she announced.

The last time she traveled to Iowa she brought back chocolates from a local bakery. They were really yummy and mostly devoured by my coworkers and I fairly quickly. One of my coworkers really raved about those chocolates, so it was no surprise when the traveler went straight to her office with a bag of goodies.

When I walked into the room where we normally put public treats, I had, honestly, forgotten they were there. It wasn't the same box of chocolates I thought would have been there. Looking at the box of pastries and plate of cookies I thought I might allow myself a treat anyway.

"What are these again?" I asked to the traveler in the office next door.

Coconut macaroons and some other pastry name I didn't recognize. Not being a coconut fan, it was easy for me to pass up the cookies.

"What exactly is this?" I wondered to the traveler.

Sitting on its side, the pastry looked almost like half of a large, soft pretzel. Upon further inspection, it more closely resembled a shepherd's hook. The pastry did look wonderful, and I was tempted. I started contemplating how much insulin I may have to take if I decided to eat one of these treats. And then the traveler told me what it was filled with.

"Eh, I think I can resist this," I said as another coworker walked into the room and went straight for the box of pastries.

"Really?" she said rather shocked to the girl who can't resist sweets. "Well then you must have never had one."

"No," I said. "There are some things that are worth the insulin and some that aren't."