Sending the roommate to the store at 8:15 at night, armed with a list that includes eggs, chocolate chips, and ricotta cheese? This can only mean one of two things: we have reverted to eating raw cookie dough, college style (with a weird addition of cheese), or we have graduated to baking treats on a whim at 10 o’clock at night, twenty-something style.
Did I ever tell you how I agreed to participate in No-Sweets November with our other roommate? Yeah, that was short-lived. And doomed from the beginning.