...are evil. I should not make them because they CALL me from the counter. They beg me to eat them. They pretty much stare at me from the pretty white shell platter they sit on, mocking me for looking and not touching.And whenever I throw in extra mileage on foot or the bike, or do a great brick, I have a "good eats" day - one day where I can have a few extra calories because I burned extra.
Like 3 LARGE homemade whoopie pies. EXTRA large.
Bad bad bad. I can smell them in my sleep.
Guess this means one thing... I'll have to eat the rest of them tomorrow so they're not around to bother me. Damn things.
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