Recovery.

This morning I wanted to write. I wanted to bang on my keys so hard they would believe they were being punished. I wanted to scream-type, and give my keyboard a piece of my mind or two. It would have been excellent, but probably less than stellar blog material. 

So I wrote instead…for two. hours. TWO. Talk about hand cramp. I did not realize that my long-distance writing skills had diminished so much. I love to journal and I do it all the time. How did that happen?

Either way…my hand took the beating for my heavy (and angry) heart.

Tonight though, tonight is different.

 Tonight I shared hot cocoa with a little boy who decided I might actually be alright…even though I’m not his mama.

 We went all out. Marshmallows. Whipped Cream. Sprinkles. And more marshmallows.

It worked. He likes me again.

I watched The Family Stone. The first time I watched it I hated it. By the third time though, I knew I had established a true love connection. This afternoon I called my Nana and asked if I could borrow it…it was past time for some Family lovin’. 

Something about a crazy, insanely loving, wacked out family coming together for Christmas just makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

I sob every single time I watch it. Seriously. Why do I do this to myself? Your guess is at good as mine.

It is a wonderful movie…and makes you think about all the great things about your mama 

…and every mama loves that. 

Tomorrow is Christmas celebration with my mom’s side of the family and I made this. (Which is also why my early morning anger has been released…and why my stomach is churning. Sugar as your every meal in two days…fine, three…? Really. Not. A Smart Idea. Just sayin’.)

 The original title for this recipe is “Peanut Butter Chocolate Dessert.” A real non-descript one, eh? I mean…don’t get me wrong…it’s a perfect description, but can’t we at least call it a delight? Or a surprise? Or an explosion? Peanut Butter Chocolate Explosion. 

…I’m glad you like it.

 My two loves…chocolate.

 And peanut butter.

 It’s outrageous really. So much goodness in one place. 

I haven’t even told you about my baking day with the madre and Nana on Wednesday. White chocolate covered peppermint oreos? …Oh yes. I am serious. But you can hear about those later.

For now can we simply marvel at how splendidly a day can turn around?

(And how yummy that looks down there?)

Equally as important…who’s buying me a treadmill for Christmas?