As I sit here eating a second piece of spaghetti bread for breakfast (which is superb with the strong coffee good Country Man made), I am realizing it’s that time of year again: Tis the season for carbs!
Oh how I love thee, carbohydrates. I love ye in bread form, I love ye in sugar form. I love ye just as you are.
This 40 degree weather also means the dogs have been inside a lot more, too. And they’re driving me crazy. Bowie has the most high-pitched bark I’ve ever heard, and she starts brawls with everybody, which leads to that ridiculous high-pitched barking again. Anyone need a new dog?
The sudden change in temperature felt like the ripping off of a band-aid; one day I remember skipping about outside and the next digging deep for those winter sweats and heavy duty socks.
With the inevitable change in season upon us, I’m wondering… what are you going to do to prepare for the alluring ways of food in winter? Jillian Michaels? Running from mountain lions? I have about the same level of fear to both…