I’m in the middle of a mid-Thanksgiving planning life crisis.
I almost bought six bags of cinnamon chips off Amazon yesterday. (The red convertible of the Thanksgiving crisis world. Obviously.)
This almost-spree was inspired by an unruly consumption of regular old chocolate chips that, in the middle of a chocolate-induced psychosis, seemed like they should really be the preamble to an unruly consumption of cinnamon chips.
Can we all breathe a huge sigh of relief that in my sugar stupor I somehow managed to grasp hold of my common sense and restrain myself? We all know where those cinnamon chips would have ended up. And, unfortunately, it would not be in a baked good of any sort and would totally be on my left hip. My hips have enough issues as it is and they really don’t need “cinnamon chip overdose” to be added to that list. For realz.











