There is certainly something culinarily dangerous about Sundays. I seem awfully good at staying in my dressing gown all day, try to work and stuff my face with foodstuffs. There is more to breakfast.
I really quite like my biscuits. Only I suspect I managed to braise them by spacing them too ‘wide’ on the tray. Then we have my dried fruit-addiction to tend to.
Furthermore – snacking beyond all senses. Not particularly healthy snacks either, so there are no excuses.
Sedate work actually takes more out of you than one might think. Though perhaps not as much as I am trying make it out to be.
That is only the morning over. Scared yet?
Which apparently was not enough.
I did manage to make it to dinner after that without further munching.
Ahem, midnight snack.
Thank goodness the day is over. No food for thought. Ate too much already.