You know when I write most of these posts? When I should be in bed. It’s so quiet and there are no interruptions at midnight. A lot of times I can’t sleep anyway, because I am usually thinking about cookies. Not kidding. It’s a sickness. Who cares about the exhaustion, when there is coffee waiting for me when the sun rises. Coffee and eggs.
Just as I was about to clean up the pastry bags of frosting yesterday, I was hit with the idea to make a couple more.
Sometimes it’s the simplest of ideas that make the loveliest statement.