Confession number one: I’m a food addict. I love to eat. Which is problematic since I’m a bottomless pit and my metabolism isn’t what it used to be. So if I’m not eating holiday cookies, I’m on the treadmill so that I can eat more holiday cookies tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.
Confession number two: Hipsters’ Holiday is my favorite collection of holiday music. Give me some Louis Armstrong and Eartha Kitt and Miles Davis and I’m singing and dancing around the house. Which if you’ve heard me sing isn’t such a good thing.
Confession number three: I’m much more comfortable giving than receiving. That doesn’t mean I don’t like presents (who doesn’t like presents?). It just means I’ll sit and watch everyone else open gifts all day long, but when it comes to my turn, I’ll be in the kitchen eating cookies.
Confession number four: If I could stay in my pajamas all day long, I would.
Confession number five: The previous confession might apply to times besides the holidays.
Confession number six: My top secret, best cookie in the world recipe, isn’t as special as I thought it was. I saw it in a magazine! (Not a cooking or food magazine, but InStyle magazine.) And I haven’t told a soul until now. I’m thinking maybe I’ll share the recipe here with you guys. It is seriously the best bar cookie on the planet, and I swear if you make them, everyone will fall in love and think you are the best baker ever.
Confession number seven: Sometimes I wish I’d become a chef.
Confession number eight: I miss the handprint holiday paintings my boys made when they were little. Think I could get them to make one for me now?