What is it about the cold, cold mornings, the dark nights and short days that stirs these fantasies in my head? It’s all I can think about, from the time I wake to the time I go to sleep. Thank God it’s warm here most of the time, because otherwise I would be driven crazy by the thought of it. Yes, gentle readers, I’m talking about FOOD.

All I want to do is bake something warm and sweet, whip up a big hot vat of something steamy. Then lie on the couch with a Snuggie and eat a giant bowl full, watching black-and-white movies all day. If I lived up North, I’d turn into Jabba the Hut.