Anyhoodle, it's in times of stress like this that I turn to my home away from home--yes, Williams-Sonoma--for a little pick-me-up. And look what arrived in my box this week:
Oh. My. God. Step over, pumpkin butter. Gingerbread butter is in town. You know this shit is awesome. I am thinking about it spread on waffles. MMMMMM.
Fresh Marshmallows. Enjoy them straight from the package, float them atop hot chocolate or dip them into velvety chocolate fondue. Slap me now--I must be dreaming.
And aren't these freakin' Gingerbread Boy S'Mores the cutest? I don't even usually like crap like this, but I just want to nibble off their limbs before shoving the body in my piehole. The graham crackers are dipped in Guittard milk or dark chocolate and layered with fresh marshmallow flavored with Nielsen-Massey Madagascar Bourbon vanilla sandwiched between. Lordy.
These Latkes just make me want to be Jewish. Hand made using a family recipe calling for shredded potatoes enriched with onions and seasonings, they're crispy and golden brown on the outside, with a moist interior. If loving these is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
That? Is just a tiny, tiny sample of the ridiculous food items, both savory and sweet, offered up by W-S. Now, sinning isn't cheap with Chuck, but by God, one day, when I have a job, I am going to purchase at least one item every holiday season. Because I am a sinner, Lord--I covet good food, and I only hope you can forgive me. Now, Chuck, if you will just give me a job in return for all my shameless promotion, I will be set, and I'll even get a discount!
Well, peeps, I am out--lots planned this weekend--holiday celebrating, birthday celebrating, fun, fun, fun, which I desperately need. Have a good one and come back soon! Love, B.