In Which I Indulge in the Greatest of Breads

Dear Shortbread:

How could I not have known how dead easy you were to make?  How could I have gone so veryvery long thinking I had to fork out way-too-damn-much-money in order to enjoy you, which always left you tinged with guilt?

Today I discovered that, with three ingredients and a very little patience, I could have you, guilt-free.

Truly, this is a beautiful thing.

Sincerely,

Me.

Recipe

In Which I Find Joy in a Photo

In Which I am Not Sure of the Source

(Not sure of the source.)

In Which I Relapse (Slightly)

Dear Crippling Self-Doubt:

It's been so long since you've really made an appearance that I'd forgotten how debilitating you are.  I think I'll just sit here quietly and hope you get bored and leave.

Sincerely,

Me.