Candy is Dandy
Some wild and wacky weather managed to put a dent in the crowd of tricker-or-treaters coming to the house, which meant — oh, too bad! — we are left with a goodly amount of candy.
This is not something that bothers me. In fact, it’s a perfect excuse to eat something I know is unhealthy. How unhealthy? Probably not very, when taken in moderation.
Here’s the thing: I don’t drink much anymore because wine and beer give me headaches. I don’t even eat much red meat these days. It’s mostly veggies and fruit and grains — positively Puritanical!
Which means I try not to feel guilty when I settle into an old episode of “Call the Midwife” with a bag of peanut M&Ms.
(I’ve been waiting two months to use this photo. I snapped it in a restaurant restroom in White Stone, Virginia.)
