I am suffering from the dreaded Post-Holiday Sugar-Crash. I don't know what to do with myself anymore if I'm not shoving delicious sugar encrusted fat in festive holiday colors into my pie hole.
I wake up and run to the kitchen only to see a counter full of dishes from dinner the night before. There's no snowman tin full of homemade mini-custard treats, there aren't any homemade marshmallows to pop into my mouth as I grind my coffee beans, there are no Candy Cane Joe Joes to give me that little pep in my step in the late afternoon. I don't walk around the house covered in a light dusting of powdered sugar after hitting the Russian tea cakes container on the fridge.
Nothing but green beans and toast and (gasp) salad. I find myself snuffling around in the fridge and pantry at frequent intervals during the day. Something has got to give. I can't quit cold-turkey just like that.
Must. Make. Hot. Cocoa.
3 comments:
Too bad you don't have one of those things that helps you make hot chocolate. You know. Like from Williams Sonoma.
Exactly.
I'm starving right now because I finally threw away the last of the sugared pecans, the last of the (very stale, but better than nothing) Christmas cookies, the peanut brittle. I guess it's celery city for me.
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