It’s amazing how my better judgment is regularly overcome by food. Tonight B, Junior and I had a wonderful night at Gialina’s and then came home to relax and make Christmas plans. I somehow thought it would be a good plan to make brownie batter for the three of us, and eat cherries until I get sick. (I am. but totally worth it.) The boys mixed it up by adding beer. Wow. Good thing Mustang isn’t here to scold us. Commish would totally have joined in!