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.