The aroma of cinnamon and apples wafts upstairs where I am trying to exercise. The elliptical is brutal by itself. The tantalizing smells are simply inhumane.
I try to never complain when my kids cook. I will even go to the grocery store for ingredients...but seriously, Kiahra, why can't you make granola? Or tuna?
Granted she did downsize to mini-muffin pans which I assure myself helps the calorie count.
But how can I go to bed with these tasty little morsels looking at me??
The truth from any angle? I can't.
YUMMMMM!
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