It all started with a midnight brownie…
Dear December,
Thank you for making it oh so chilly outside.
. . . And inside.
You give me an excuse to drink hot chocolate on a regular basis, cover my bed in layers upon layers of blankets, and wear fuzzy socks. (Come on – you know you love your fuzzy socks too.)
You even give me an excuse to . . . sprinkle a heap of homemade granola on top of ice cream?
Deliciousness is worth the chill, my friends.
Let me dispel a few rumors.
No, this pie is not exactly pretty.
Yes, this picture was taken inside of a refrigerator.
Yes, this slice is sitting on a plate intended for sushi.
No, this is not sushi. It’s pie. Delicious pie.
Yes, I ate this slice of pie after photographing it. And then I ate some more pie. And let’s not even talk about the obscene quantity of filling I ate beforehand. I might have to relive the prevailing guilt, otherwise.
I don’t like feeling guility.
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I have a morning routine. Don’t you? Doesn’t everyone?
Here’s what mine looks like:
1.) Wake up and look at the clock (does that count as a step?)
2.) Roll out of bed, take a look in the mirror, and then quickly look away so as not to obsess for the next 5 minutes over my bedhead.
3.) Go scout out something for breakfast. Carbs are good. Really good.
4.) Don’t forget the coffee.
5.) Trek back to my room to get dressed, etc.
6.) Act unpredictably from here on out.
Anyway, this morning my breakfast consisted of greek yogurt, strawberries, and homemage granola. Maple Pecan Granola.
It was quite the tasty breakfast.
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