It all started with a midnight brownie…
Hello, Boston Harbor. Last time we met, some people were pouring Arizona iced tea in you. (Ha! Get it? Boston… Tea… Boston Tea Party. Ha. No… just, no.)
Note to all people who think pouring tea into the harbor is funny and original: It’s not. And it’s just a waste of tea (or in this case, “tea”).
I’ve been reading and watching the news non-stop for the past 36 hours. Despite the frequent sirens right outside my window, it’s hard to believe that what I’m seeing on TV is happening here in Boston.
It’s no secret how I feel about this city – I love it.
Before we begin, I would like you all to know that, as I write this post, I am sitting here in my gym clothes willing myself to haul my butt off the couch and over to the land of treadmills…
(Essentially, I’m sitting here dawdling and dreaming of Mexican food. I would much prefer an enchilada to an elliptical right now.)
Sandwich cookies that look like little sandwiches, oh my!!
These cookies just might be the cutest baked goods I’ve ever made [that’s right, I’m not afraid to (not-so) humble-brag]. And so, in my excitement (and also good fortune for having such great natural light at the time of this photo shoot), I took a boatload of pictures.
In other words: Prepare yourselves.
Question: Have you ever logged onto Facebook, skimmed through your News Feed, and then proceeded to spend the next 15-20 minutes looking at/ through your own page? (I’m talking pictures, old posts, the works.)
Welp, that sounded overly narcissistic.
For those of you who answered “no,” well, I guess I already lost ya. I guess you’re also a million times better at using your time productively. For those of you who answered “yes”… wait, did anyone else answer yes? Probably not – I’m just a weirdo, sometimes. Don’t mind me.
