Burnt cookies

Today I baked chocolate chip cookies for Big Tim Compitiello (a GIANT of a young man), and there were a few sorta burnt ones, so.......I am proud to say.....I threw them out! But only after I ate one. A burnt one!

And then I wondered why, instead of eating the best, I settled for the throw-aways. And I noticed that I eat "the rest" - the rest of the kids unfinished dinner, the rest of the chicken pot pie crumbs that didn't fit in the tupperware. I have to think I'm not alone on that one. I also stand up when I eat, and do other stuff like paperwork and wiping counters.

Janae told me she didn't snack. She's a liar. No, just kidding. I'm there are women who don't snack. French women. Aurora says she eats three meals but doesn't snack in between. I believe her. Once I had lunch with Aurora and I noticed that she ate one bowl of soup and some crackers, but that the cracker bag was on my side of the table, and during our conversation I kept digging out of the cracker bag, but she never once reached for more crackers. Starting to be more aware of what goes into my mouth.

Jack needs stories. Bye.