You might be asking, "Which one?"

Well, it's the one that all women dread.

It's bathing suit season.

After hibernating in our comfortable, cozy and - most important - loose winter sweaters and jeans, we are now steaming full speed ahead toward summer.

Don't get me wrong, summer is wonderful with all its green leaves, barbeques and sunny days.

Even the swimming and lying on the beach with a good book is enjoyable.

It's just the swimsuit part that I, like many others, have started to be wary of.

Especially since this is the time of year that we have to go and try them on. When we are at our most pasty white, we go to try on swimsuits.

It isn't really an experience that we want to repeat over again.

And inevitably, after our first go-around in the ring with the swimsuits, we decide it's time to slim down and tone up.

We all hop on treadmills and stop eating all that stuff we shouldn't have been eating all winter.

We cut our carbs, sugar, candy and basically everything else that we like, and we eat carrots, celery and apples. I like fruit and vegetables, but they don't stand a chance against fries or a piece of apple pie with vanilla ice cream.

So there we are trying to be good and eat our carrots and then something comes along that we just can't resist, and that is worth every extra step we have to walk or run to burn off those calories.

Today I had one of those experiences. All day at work I was able to resist the treats. Cookies, little strawberry tarts and chocolate.

I stood strong against them all day and felt really very proud of myself.

But then I got home and my mom told me that she had brought home Carl's caramel rolls.

Carl is an older man we know from the Brainerd area, and he is famous for his caramel rolls and homemade bread.

Early one Saturday morning, while I was still in high school, my mom, sister and I went to Carl's farm, and he taught us the secrets to making his bread and his caramel rolls.

We made a huge batch, and we kept adding more and more flour to the dough until Sara and I couldn't even move the spoon anymore. But Carl picked up that spoon at 90 years old and cranked it around like it was cake batter.

Sara and I contemplated lifting weights after that.

That morning we punched the dough and shaped it into loaves, and we rolled long tubes of dough with cinnamon and sugar. We cut up the tubes and drizzled Carl's homemade caramel over the top.

They are the best caramel rolls on earth, and we got to eat them right out of the oven.

I swear I could have eaten a whole pan if I hadn't thought my stomach would burst from being so full.

Every month, after my mom sees Carl, we enjoy quite a few caramel rolls, and I remember the day I learned to make them.

It has been quite a long time since that day. I think we should all head back over to Carl's for a refresher course.

Who cares that it's swimsuit season?

Some things are just worth the calories.