If desserts spelled backwards is stressed that may explain it.
I just downed a chocolate coconut granola bar....just because it contained chocolate. Coconut would NEVER tempt me. But chocolate coated anything just might if presented at a time of stress.
I'm at one of those points. When it's slightly too early to do anything else right now, and the what-needs-to-be-done is looming on the horizon. And the window of the "right time" is narrow. But. Why is this different than any of the other regularly occurring situations that roll around? I'm not sure.
Maybe because a graduation means the start and clear finish of something, wherein visits and Christmas and Thanksgiving are more just being together. Or maybe it's because the graduation is happening during a time of tremendous change within our family. This is the last graduation of this particular generation. And it is one that is bittersweet for lots of different reasons.
If you are still with me...and you understand what I'm saying. Then bear with me as I power through this week and weeks end and do my best to embrace the sweet and shake off the bitter.

Thoughts. Not eggs.
Recipe websites I'm wanting to check out.
Eat Better America. I get a newsletter but have yet to try any recipes.
The diabetic pastry chef doesn't have a lot of recipes but her "formula" is interesting and she's got a cookbook which I plan to check out. Tweaking is good, no funky aftertaste or texture funkiness is even better.
I have tried several of Sneaky Chef's recipes....and they are good stuff.
All Recipes: I have two friends who are great cooks and they get tons of recipes here. Haven't made anything but have tried a thing or two. Pretty sure none of them were even close to healthy.

Tick tock
You SO don't rock
You creep about
And stalk
The innocent
The unsuspecting
Those out to enjoy sunshine
Nature, a nice breeze
What makes you think
I want to share
Some plasma or white cells?
No hesitation to strike a match
Or crush your tiny head
Beneath my grocery cart wheels?
Inspired by a walk and a freeloading nest of nasty bloodsucking ticks.

If I received a buck for every time I acted as a secondary alarm clock for my loved ones I'd not need to take an exciting continuing medical education class on radiographic techniques for patient safety. If you ever need me to take your chest x-ray you may be thrilled that the state requires frequent information droned into my brain. But, continuing education doesn't do much beyond annoy me and make a little bit of money for the colleges who offer the classes.
Since I am in need of funds in order to live my life and pennies aren't falling out of the sky every time I tap a loved one and mention "Your alarm has been going off for 20 minutes, Dearest, you probably need to get up soon." I'm glad I've got my job. However, it feels less glad-inspired on days when medical information is redundant and monotone and......zzzzzzz.
Can you tell what's on my mind today? And what got me up a little earlier than I wanted? And what my day might consist of?
Okay. Then. Happy Thursday. Go and rock your world. You might want to get out of bed first, though. Is that your alarm I hear?

It would appear that the dogs LOVE me. But in the cruel, crisp light of dawning realization I discover that alas, it is not me they love, just whatever I might be eating, drinking, preparing and, HOPEFULLY, dropping.