Confession

Last night I was craving chocolate chip cookies. Well not the actually cookies, just the dough. Thing is, I baked chocolate chip cookies last Friday. And then on Saturday I made brownies. Now, to my credit, I took the cookies to a friend’s house for dinner, and I made the brownies for lunch at our church on Sunday. I did not eat them all by myself. However, I’d been telling myself that I would only bake twice a month. Two days in a row is just too much.

So last night, I wanted some cookie dough. One of my problems is that I always have all of the ingredients for cookies on hand. I should just stop buying chocolate chips all together. I spent about an hour debating whether or not to whip up a batch of cookies. Pathetic? Yes. About 9pm, I caved. I justified my decision by not actually baking the dough. I ate a spoonful, and then I stopped. Now I have a big container of cookie dough in my fridge calling to me. “Come eat me…all of me,” it’s saying.

I think I’ve got a bit of a situation on my hands.

Can anyone relate?