What is it about Sunday night that induces the need to eat something sweet? Work angst? Nah, that one is too easy. A Whew moment to slow down and get back to the 9 to 5 routine that is coming? Maybe. Or maybe just bored before The Simpsons comes on. Probably.
I started scouring around the house looking for ingredients. Peanut Butter? Check. Oats? Check? Brown Sugar? Check. Crisco? Check.
Will I give out my
generic googled mundane family secret delishious recipe? No Way!! Go find your own crap to eat on Sunday night.
I give them a B- since I did not have a lot of brown sugar left in the bowl.
Just because they were less than stellar didn’t stop me from eating most of them. Did I mention there were 3 pans full….
In my 20’s my diet consisted of Tequilla and Marlboros.
In my 40’s, sugar and cheese.