Gawd I love to eat.
The best thing about Christmas is that everyone is feeling jolly and hungry and thirsty and sociable. AND it's cold out so you can cover up the jiggly bits with a thick sweater and make like you are just, y'know, big-boned.
My Auntie Bets sent us cookies. Holy crap. SO delicious.
How do I know? Well, because I promptly ate them all up. That's how.
|Extra tasty heads....|
Seriously, I cannot be trusted around food at the holidays. I know that in the spirit of the season, I will be forgiven for my devouring ways. And anyway, January was invented by Weight Watchers, so it's cool.