Ten years ago, I earned a living as a professional pie and cookie taster.
After midnight when everyone in my household was fast asleep and I felt lonely, restless or bored, instead of journaling about my feelings or having a candle-lit bath or reading a good book, I’d head to the fridge to snack on something unhealthy with too much sugar and bad fats. Probably a cookie or a pie…
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