I got it in my head late yesterday afternoon that it would be nice if the kids came home to a nice baked goodie. First off, I can’t afford to run down to the store and buy the junk they love to snack on. Second, I hate how unhealthy that stuff is. And third, mommy guilt creeped in, and I was wondering why — if I’m at home — I’m not greeting my children with baked goodies when they return from school. I mean, isn’t that like a thing parents are supposed to do?
Maybe it was the day, the weather or the fact I’d been lazing in alcoholic stupors far too often and worried a CPS call was imminent – WHATEVER — I decided to try my hand at baking pretzels.