Happy hump day. Let’s do a power salad to get through the remainder of the week. Well, at least I had to.
My littlest guy is 20 days old and I’m exhausted. Luckily, recovery during post-pregnancy is going well, but slower than I have patience for. I still can’t lift anything too heavy and have to ask Matt for help. Along with that, his cooking duties continue—a great thing, since I’m overflowing with work deadlines with the baby arriving earlier than expected.
Forget being dainty, open wide and you’ll be able to have these frozen peanut butter pies in one bite. Sure it’s not necessary, but it might be if you are in the company of others who are doing the same and there is a limited amount.
Let’s celebrate eating the way it should, that is without all those pesky etiquette rules. I’m not advocating this all for every situation, but in the company of those near and dear who’s to judge how you take your bite.