Is There a Doctor in the House

Is There a Doctor in the House?

Somebody call a doctor – Phil, Oz, maybe even McDreamy. Something is wrong with how my mind works. I just spent two weeks crying happy tears of utter inspiration watching the well-oiled machines who are Olympic athletes. I tune into "The Biggest Loser" every single Tuesday. For the love of Spanx, I have even paged through (slowly, I admit) Sports Illustrated’s most recent Swimsuit Issue in awe of some of the totally toned bods.

So why – oh why oh why oh why – in the world have I been craving nothing but sweets? Why do sugar plums dance in my head when ’twas the night before Christmas months ago? And why ever would I give you a list full of desserts when they’re the very thing I’m trying desperately to resist?

I’ve got to get ‘em out of my system, that’s why. It’s the only thing that will work. (I speak from bacon-craving/Swine-Flu experience.) Go big or go home. Start fresh on Monday. Just don’t tell the doctor.

Enjoy.

Red Wine-Raspberry Doughnut Glaze
Cinnamon Pineapple Doughnut Glaze
French Toast Sandwiches
Caitlin’s Quick Homemade Cracker Jacks
Tres Leches Cupcakes with Orange Buttercream
Red Raspberry Bon Bons
Red Wine-Poached Pears
Chocolate Cinnamon Whip

Cover the Curves

It just wouldn’t be right of me to lay Caitlin’s recipe for life-changing Tres Leches Cupcakes on you without also offering to you the ensemble to don for optimum enjoyment of it. It’s the Snuggie, of course. You’ve just got to know the world’s most flaw-forgiving pile of fabric is well-stocked at Shop CWC . In fact, it’s one of Molly’s favorites. Even dressed-up doughnuts taste better in a blanket with sleeves.