Monday is the New Sunday
I usually spend my Sunday nights in the laundry room (serious laundry basket overflow issues if I don’t do it weekly), in the kitchen (cooking or baking sweets for the week), and in bed (catching up on my favorite magazines and blogs). These days, however, my Sundays are occupied by a little something called the Philadelphia Eagles. So Mondays are the new Sunday…for today at least. I squeezed in a quick run after work (gotta get time outside before it’s too chilly!), popped my laundry in, then whipped up some cookie dough. Not just any cookie dough…Nutella-Stuffed Brown Butter and Sea Salt Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Did you just gasp? Because yes, they actually exist. I have one in my tummy right now and it’s a wonderful feeling. And now that the laundry is folded and put away, and the last batch of cookies is in the oven, and The Voice just ended, I think there’s an issue of Elle Magazine calling my name.