I swear to Neptune, the god of the sea and all that lives in it, some of the smartest money I spent this year was on my little Road Trip Grill. When the rains started, we didn’t stow it in the garage – rather, we stowed the bench we used for piling up the grocery bags while digging for our keys and put the grill there, under the awning, out of the rain. And while we don’t have a good place to drop the groceries anymore, we do have year round grilling. Worth the nuisance of damp grocery bags, to say the least.
Unlike the rest of you who have judiciously exercised through the December cookie eating season, I find myself somewhat more generous in the middle than I was before all those damn treats appeared in our house. Confronted with our friend C’s unbelievably awesome salted dark chocolate chocolate chip cookies, there was no way I was going to exhibit moderation.