Winter approaches and inevitably leaves me wondering what happened to my waistline. While this has always been an issue, the somewhat remote existence I've set up in Garnett whiffs of something worse than usual: indifference.
(After all, no one really sees me. Not with their eyes. That much.)
The onset of holiday season looses my inner cookie monster, who i manage to trap the rest of the year with little resistance. Oh how Hank wants out. He is grumbly mad for sugar. To appease him, I've made a longish list of recipes to bake. Luckily, I have two celebrations again this year. Double the cookie madness. Hank happy.