9.13.2010

As Promised

As promised, I made Puppy Chow on Friday afternoon to get us through the weekend. As long as I can remember, I have been cursed with the most intense sweet-tooth in existence. If there isn't ice cream, cupcakes, or something of sweet substance in the house, I go a little bit insane.


Saturday morning, as Chris and I are scarfing down hand-fulls of Puppy Chow (remember, it's made with peanut butter and cereal, guys - breakfast!), Chris said I shouldn't make this anymore. I guess I need to agree. For now. We killed that batch this weekend. It's dangerous to have around the house. I'm just saying.

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