I had an epiphany today. I dug out the bag of flavored coffee that my in-laws put in my Christmas stocking (thank you!!) and started brewing a cup, and suddenly my kitchen smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and all sorts of happy things. And I realized that I could smell this smell every day, all by myself, because Ryan is way too manly to drink flavored coffee. And we will never again have to pretend argue over the last cup. Amen.

My chocolate cravings increase and decrease in direct correlation to what time of the month it is – I’ll leave it at that. They also might be increasing in relation to having increased my running mileage. I don’t have any strictly scientific evidence on that front, but I’ll keep you posted.
This was my third (or fourth?) recipe to make out of this book, which I got for Christmas, and each new recipe seems to be more of a success than the last. Dear King Arthur Flour, I love you and firmly believe you can do no wrong. And I think I need this book for my birthday.

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