The oven mitt stockings that a friend laughed and called “The most 2020 thing yet!” came down from the mantle.
The doorbell rang. It was a Christmas present order both for me and for the sake of the local bakery that my kids remember fondly and want to have still be in business when they come back into town.
The youngest on the phone later: Was it from…? Me: Yes. Him: Oh good!
He drove off with the biggest smile on his face.
When there are that many calories hanging over you you don’t go making competing ones.
The photo doesn’t quite get the height and depth of the thing. The box stretched across the fridge. It was huge–and very good.
My sweetie enjoyed it for breakfast these past five days; I’m not a big breakfast person and couldn’t bring myself to touch all that sweetness before eleven a.m. but I sure did then. We had it for dessert a few nights. Snacking happened.
Finally, somewhat reluctantly, we watched the last morsels disappear after lunch today. It was time.
I found this recipe tonight and thought, someone was thinking like I was thinking. Maybe I should stuff those chocolate shells-to-be with whipped ricotta instead? Y’know, fewer calories?
Nah. I still want some of Mom’s caramel sauce.