Saturday, October 09, 2010
And this, she says, is my addiction:
She's right. Just about midnight each night, I go get my 'stash' and self-medicate. Nutella, I love you. I could not have survived this month without you. The apples just relieve some of the guilt associated with my nutella addiction. If you haven't had nutella spread on a granny smith apple, you have not lived, my friend.
PS: Anya waltzed by just now when I took the picture...hence the feet in the background. I'm wondering her toes are so red! And, yes, I am eating on the floor. We do not have a kitchen table...or any table for that matter. I blog on the floor, so it only makes sense that I eat there, too.
Posted by Keri at 11:15 AM