I’ve received more than one complaint that I haven’t written lately. Sniff. Sniff. You don’t like my photos? You don’t like those blank days where I spare you from my drivel? (Actually, I’m incredibly flattered that anyone would even notice or care.)
Here’s the problem– writing is a snacky task. And these days I find myself standing numbly in front of the fridge wondering what I used to eat before our shelves were filled with fudge and gingerbread, eggnog and macaroons. Every time I walk into Erik’s office I find myself sneaking just one triangle of his dark chocolate Toblerone(sorry hon, maybe you should stash your chocolate in your underwear drawer like I do). And as I sat down to write my piece for Segullah today I found myself thinking that 4 or 5 extra-dark Lindt balls would make the task sooooooooo much easier.
But write I did. It only cost me two macaroons, 3 Lindt balls and some very tight pants this morning. I’ll admit that I don’t always tell you when I’m writing at Segullah because I enjoy the relative anonymity there. This tricky piece may be of no interest to my friends of other faiths and ACK! my Mormon friends might judge me harshly. Still, what’s the use of all those calories if I don’t post the link?