(I have quite a few blog ideas rolling around in my head but for now that's where they'll stay. I was going to title this icing but then thought of this title, which is another Shakespeare reference and therefore a reference to my English-teaching roots).
Sitting here tired and frustrated, trying to ignore the 4 (or more) loads of laundry upstairs that need to be folded, wishing dinner would make itself and that I didn't have to go be in the nursery at church tonight, I realize that I have nothing* to put icing on.
Because I can't just eat icing out of the can, now, can I?
*By nothing I primarily mean pretzel rods, which are really good icing scoopers.
So I go in the kitchen and . . . eat icing off a spoon. I tried some on the biscotti but it's so much better on the pretzel rods (the whole sweet/salty thing).