Yesterday morning I had the great misfortune of looking at myself naked in front of a full-length mirror in a well-lit room. It’s not something I recommend doing after consuming pounds of sugar and excess food the entire month of December.
First off, I must say shame on me. I know better. Or at least I pretend to. Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I’m regretting my over-indulgences. I must say I enjoyed every decadent bite. But now I must
Damn that piper.
The thing is, I love to bake more than cook. Probably stems from having an unquenchable sweet tooth. So my excuse for making plates of delectable goodies is that I must thank the vets and staff at the Marin Humane Society for their help with our feral cats. Yeah, let’s go with that.
Some of my 40 Christmas platters
Now Don't Get Me Wrong 