Wicked Little Sweet Tooth

If I were a dog, I would NOT be the kind of dog that you could put it's entire day's worth of food out in a dish and expect there to be any left for a mid morning snack.  I would be the kind of dog that you'd have to ration out each meal, and limit it's treats to only after it went for a walk or after letting the kids tug on it's ears without biting them.

That's why I put all that Halloween candy in a bag on top of the fridge. That's also why I tied a knot on the bag. Because I'm the kind of dog that can't self-ration. If I didn't tie a knot in the bag, do you know what would happen? I do. It'd go like this:

At first, I would just open it once and take one little fun sized bar. That'd be it. I'd knot the bag back up and put it on top of the fridge.

Then I'd come back ten minutes later and take just one more fun sized bar, but in a different flavor.

Then three minutes later, I'd come back and grab one of each flavor, and keep one on the counter so I wouldn't have to un-knot the bag again.

Then two minutes later, I'd come back and grab two pieces of candy and leave the bag open.

Next thing you know, I've thrown caution to the wind and the bag of candy is in my lap and I'd unwrap the next candy before the first one is even chewed up.

Theoretically speaking of course, that's what could happen.

Meet My Nemesis

There she is. Up in that white plastic boutique bag on top of the fridge.

Her name is

Halloween Candy

and

I love her

and

I hate her

and

she's the reason I'll be hiding in my closet while the children fight over which cartoon to watch

and

she's the reason I'll have to go to The Club two extra times this week because while I was

hiding in my closet eating of her bounty, I tried on a pair of pants that fit two days ago, and now they won't button.

Ta Da!!! The Apple Bacon Brie Pie

I don't know if it's been apparent or not, but I've had a certain dessert on my mind for the past week.

I cooked up some bacon this morning for my wee ones.

Rylee ate the entire pan on the right.

I gave a few strips of bacon to Maggie, and then saved the rest for my pies.

In that bowl: two cut up apples, some maple syrup drizzled, some sugar, some flour, 5 strips of bacon cut up.

Since this is not a cooking blog, I don't feel bad telling you that I don't remember the name of these little dishes.

But, for the "crust" I used croissant dough, the kind the Dough Boy makes. I did spray those little suckers with some Pam first.

The stuff in the little yellow cup = bacon grease.

Before I wrapped up the "pies", I topped them off with some chunks of brie.

Once all that delicious stuff was bundled up nice and neat, I brushed some bacon grease on the top.

I probably should have worn a hair net.

This is how it looked in the end.

I got a little fancy with this one.

The croissant dough made it less of a pie and more of a "brunch" item.

Whatever that means.

In the end, it was delicious and I hope My Chef likes it because that's what's for dinner tonight.