So... why do I not keep cookies in the cookie jar once Christopher moved to campus?
- My grandchildren live 1,000 miles away.
- My husband is the most disciplined eater I know.
- I am not.
I have inherited a genetic fault which I know is in the DNA because my daughter has the same defect.
If you give me a cookie, I want another... and another... until I've eaten eight or nine or ten cookies. Then I start craving real sugar all over again and drive to Wal Mart to buy a half gallon of Edie's Spumoni Ice Cream.
Then my blood sugar is over 300 and I have to go to bed and I don't feel like making dinner so I reach for more cookies since they are handy because they are in the cookie jar.
That's what happens when you give a Grammie a cookie.
NOTE: My mixer really is that big, it is a Kitchen Aid Professional (I did, at one time, plan on becoming a pastry chef).