Food heroin

Some arch-villain in my family brought this home.

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There are a few different brands of speculoos spread on the market. Go ahead. Try some.

If Costco set up a tasting booth for this, they would sell this by the barrel. The first hit is free.

“Speculoos” is Belgian. I’ve know the Dutch equivalent, speculaas, because my Dutch grandfather used to buy the cookies for us and my dad used to snarf them.

Seriously, this spread is dangerous. It will strip you of any shreds of civilization and make you claw the jar with your fingers. Child 1 couldn’t find bread so used old hot-dog buns on which to spread this. I scrape icing off cupcakes and replace it with this spread.

I’ve been slowly and steadily losing weight for a year and a half. I have a few setbacks: when my mother comes to town, when I visit friends in Oregon and have little to do but eat, and when this infernal, tasty cookie spread entered my home.

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Winter photos

Since my finger has sort of healed (it’s still a bit sensitive), I have lived an uneventful life, and that includes a week in Oregon.

Here are the salient points of my life in photos since December 1.

This is my finger after the stitches were removed.
This is my finger after the stitches were removed.

The removal of the stitches was the most painful part of the whole ordeal. I assume the physician did not use dissolving stitches because he wanted the cut sealed for ten days.

Two days later, I learned not to take photos against a green background.
Two days later, I learned not to take photos against a green background.
The saddest pillow in the land.
The saddest pillow in the land.
The saddest Rummikub opening in the land. Fourteen rounds in and I still couldn't open.
The saddest Rummikub opening in the land. Fourteen rounds in and I still couldn’t open.
This morning, Laurence was too lazy to keep her tongue in her mouth.
This morning, Laurence was too lazy to keep her tongue in her mouth.