I never thought I’d see the day, but I’m done baking and cooking for a while. Maybe it was the four quiches I whipped up for a writers group last night. Or maybe it was the dark baking chocolate that I couldn’t resist, chocolate that ended up being more than I could really handle. It went down the hatch but, man, that stuff was rich.
All I know is that, for now, I don’t want to see another cookie or piece of chocolate for as long as I live. Or at least until next week.