I thought that this was a bit sad

I read this in an article today.

'My husband's dream is that, one day, I might bake him a treacle tart like his granny used to make. 'It's never going to happen,' I tell him as I serve up a bowl of organic yoghurt.'

I know what she means, but feel a bit sorry for her husband. She (and we!) should be able to trust ourselves to be able to have an odd treat of treacle tart or cheesecake without having a panic that we will gorge on it.

It's very odd.