The title is a little funny because I spent most of the morning listening to Jackson Browne. It’s less funny because right now as I type these words I am running on empty. I’m annoyed with myself for not getting my blogligation done early in the day when there was still fuel in these tanks.
I think I’m extra tired not just because my cold continues to linger, or because I felt personally attacked by a cough drop wrapper, but because my belly is full of brownies.
For CSA Supperclub tonight I made caramel brownies. I also made chili cheesedogs, baked some potatoes, and steamed up a bunch of broccoli. It was delicious.
The brownies were extra delicious. I had one when I finished cleaning the kitchen after everyone left. The I had half of one on the way to the bathroom and then the other half on the way back. I’m super regretting those last two halves. What was I thinking?
I wasn’t. And now my belly is uncomfortably full of brownies and cheesedogs and I’m starring down the plastic shot cup of some Robitussin PM and hoping I don’t explode into a million little Vicks-Vapo-Rub covered pieces. Stupid.