Here's how you too can bask in its splendor. I'm here to help friends.
Photograph by Allison V. Smith from Sarah's blog
Ok next is the matter of Sarah Hepola, or more specifically, Sarah Hepola's funny, honest, poignant essays. If Sarah's writing it, I'm reading it. I'm reading her on Salon. I'm reading her blog. And now I'm reading her new (genius) column, "The Smart Blonde" in D Magazine. (Yes, the very same D Magazine that employs me, but I have absolutely nothing to do with the inspired Sarah Hepola action except the fact that I'm reading it...and you should be too.)
And finally a quick update on life sans sugar. I was all set to boast about how I rocked my first week. I was going to get all braggy on you, all "I resisted a ginormous tray of handmade macaroons in S.F., blah, blah".
But then this morning, when I was out scouting a house with co-workers, a very kind person offered up a plate of fresh out of the oven, homemade, "cowboy cookies" (some delicious creation involving various nuts and chocolate bits and oats and whatnot). He was so excited about his cookies. I mean it would have been rude to turn them down...
I ate two. Two.
But I'm back on the wagon. Two cookies in a week does not a fail make. Right? Right?