12 Pounds is not to be confused with the absolutely horrible movie 7 Pounds by one of my favorite actors, Will Smith. And that will be the last I speak of that movie. 12 Pounds refers to the weight I would like to lose but haven't. The problem may lay in the food that keeps appearing in my house. All of the following items were consumed over the course of this weekend.
Candy Corn, one of my weaknesses. Actually, considering how many weaknesses I have I don't even know if that term applies.
Cranberry Walnut bread. Reminds me of the Fall I've been feeling in the air lately, even though it's only September.
A delicious Buffalo Chicken Burger, homemade and to die for.
Olive cheese bread. Heaven on Earth.
Lemon-Lime Jell-o Salad, "Poisonous" as Middle Child called it in an effort to keep his cousins from eating it so he could finish it off later, all by himself.
Ambrosia. The real name is Peanut Butter Oatmeal Brownies with Fudgy Chocolate Frosting. (And who invented spell-check? Fudgy is a real word!) Even though almost everything is homemade, I don't think it was all super healthy. Someone check me into Eaters Anonymous.