Help. I’m baking and I can’t stop.

Okay. That’s a lie. 

I can stop and I’m probably about to – at least for a while, because we are up to our respective tits (mine set a much lower bar than my husband’s) in left over baked goods. 

We have a part of a poor man’s (strawberry) cobbler in the refrigerator; part of a peppermint ribbon bundt cake and a bunch of freshly baked (Happy Valentine’s Day to my husband) (dark) chocolate chip cookies on the counter. 

And of course, it all started with the peanut butter blossom cookies – which are totally gone. 

What can I say? Baking gives me a feeling of accomplishment and the accomplishment is delicious!

Win-win.

But all good things (including baking marathons) must come to an end.

Besides, I’m almost out of eggs.  (Place your post-menopause joke here.)