I’ve been naughty recently. It started out innocent enough. I made some brownies as a special treat. We would heat them up for 20 seconds in the microwave, add a scoop of vanilla ice cream and it made for a sweet end of the day. Sure, I might sneak one or two pieces during the day, but it wasn’t like I was going to make another batch of brownies. This was a one time thing.
And then I did make another batch. And then I made another and then I switched it up with chocolate chip cookies. Since sometime back in early February, my husband and I have gotten into the habit of eating dessert every day. I tried calling it a momentary weakness. I tried blaming it on the recession. When those avenues failed, I convinced myself that we deserved it. Why shouldn’t everyone eat dessert every day?
Which is why on Sunday, when the chocolate chip cookies finally ran out, I found myself making peanut butter cookies. It was the perfect day for it: rainy and cold. The dough was yummy and the cookies had the perfect combination of buttery goodness and the slight graininess that lets you know it is a peanut butter cookie. It was hard to eat just one. So I had two.