If there was ever a confectionery love story to be told on the silver screen, it is that of peanut butter and chocolate. […]
I woke up this morning determined to move my body.
Yesterday, I made biscuits. I ate three of them. No big deal. No regrets. They were buttery and warm and delicious, but today I need to move.
I put on my stretchy pants, my sneakers, and a nice long sleeve shirt and headed out the door.
I then headed right back in the door. IT’S SOOOO COLD.
I checked my phone. It said that it was 27 degrees. Yikes. I live in California. I am not prepared for this. I looked at our front steps. They were completely iced over. Glimmering at me as if to say: “I dare you to try not to break your neck on me, Klutz.” Geez, my front steps have a really bad attitude in the morning. They are totally not morning steps.
Obviously we needed to modify. I opened our coat closet and got out the biggest, puffiest coat I could find. […]