The holiday season is a warm and exciting time of year and it's also an incredibly fattening time because cookies, candies and nuts dance into my mouth when I'm not paying attention. I would probably bleed liquid chocolate if I nicked my finger while cutting myself just one last itsy bitsy sliver of pumpkin pie.
Most holiday seasons I beg my love god to hide all the sweet treats and dole them out to me if I'm particularly well behaved, but I seem to be a genius at tracking down those treats, just like those snouty animals do that root out truffles in France (I just can’t bring myself to say pigs). It may take me a few hours or even days, but if I try hard to think like Honey, I can find them hidden in a cupboard behind the never-used teacups or on a closet shelf near his rolled coins.
I have even tried hiding goodies from myself, which I know seems odd but given that my memory isn’t what it used to be, it sometimes works. By the time I remember where I hid them, the chocolates have usually grown a white coating which fortunately scrapes off very nicely with a bit of elbow grease.
A few years ago, as the festive grazing season approached, I was really worried that I would once again stuff myself on anything chocolate, leaving no room for high fiber vegetables from the food pyramid. I had actually managed to lose a few ounces just before the holidays, so I really needed a plan to get me through the holiday season continuing to look more like a sprightly elf than a plump Mrs. Claus.
But as it was also the season for giving unto others, I really wanted to bake some cookies to take to my family when we visited. This would not only help me build a reputation as a baking goddess, but would also fatten my family up, which by comparison would make me look not quite so pudgy. Fat is relative, I think.
