Cookie Day
One of my favorite days of the year is the day I bake Christmas cookies. I start early in the morning: I heave the big mixer out of the bottom cabinet, clear off the counter, turn on the oven, line up my recipes, carefully choose several CDs to put in the stereo, and get to work. Nothing like it! The cookies smell good, I'm singing with the music (the dogs are running for cover), and the cookies are lining up on the counter.
Not many philosophical thoughts lately. Think I've been eating too much. Full tummy, blank mind. Except this one that I scratched quickly near my shopping list:
"You don't have to eat tofu - it's Christmas time!"
Not many philosophical thoughts lately. Think I've been eating too much. Full tummy, blank mind. Except this one that I scratched quickly near my shopping list:
"You don't have to eat tofu - it's Christmas time!"
