Not much to report other than that cookie butter exists, and it is delicious. My gentleman is out of town for three weeks and so I'm slowly falling into a state of natural Dianitude: endless Netflix queue of brooding period pieces, spending hours at a time reading, never cooking dinner.
Cookie butter. Go get you some.
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Awesome. I've got to get some of that. (Only maybe not. The jar will be empty inside of a day.)
The label has all these helpful suggestions for what to put the cookie butter on (graham crackers! celery!...?), but my belly has just been telling me to get a spoon.
Cookie butter sounds dangerous! And it sounds like you do the same thing I do when the man is out of town - sometimes it's a nice feeling to kick back and relax a little. Especially as I am highly introverted and my boy is highly extroverted - I sometimes crave alone time!
Yeah, sometimes I enjoy the quiet and time to myself, although generally we're pretty good about having our own space.
One thing I'm TERRIBLE at, though, is making myself eat healthily when it's just me in the apartment. Sitting on the couch with whiskey and graham crackers is not dinner. ALAS.
"endless Netflix queue of brooding period pieces, spending hours at a time reading, never cooking dinner." Yep, pretty much exactly my life when mine leaves town. Although I do "cook" dinner. And by that I mean I boil a package of ravioli every night and eat it with jar sauce still cold from the fridge.
My sister apparently eats the same way when her dude is away, so we have coined the term Lonlioli (which is a portmanteau of ravioli and loneliness, but which looks really funny when you write it out like that I have just now learned...)
Maybe lonelioli would be the correct spelling? Either way, alone time = awesome time as far as eating and Netflix watching are concerned
Lonelioli! Love it. Yeah, mac and cheese is about as far as I can get cooking for myself. :D
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