Everything brought into this house has fallen into the
categories of Unhealthy and Addictive. Stress calls out for butter,
sugar and salt it seems, the thrill of instant gratification.
In
particular some dense, surprisingly salty brownies, from a gold tin
labelled the Christie Brownie, are proving to be my kryptonite. From
out of nowhere, seemingly instantaneously, we have variations of every
bad-for-you Christmas temptation you could summon up. Amy's pizzelle
cookies, crisp and flavored lightly with anise. Homemade chocolate-chip
cookies, somehow arriving from Kentucky (which I feel were passed on by
people more concerned with their own waistlines than ours). Pink and
white condensed milk fudge, irresistible to Hawaiian sensibilities.
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