Racing against the butter...

Maybe it's all the rest I get between runs, or the acupunture, but I have been feeling much better lately.  It could also be the melatonin capsules that I take at night, who knows?  But that means my exercise is still alive and I have a fighting chance of offsetting the amount of butter my recipes call for.

After yesterday's excess (it wasn't just good mac and cheese, it was epoch-making), today we are having something sensible (chicken tostadas), but since my daughter and her girls are coming to lunch, I broke down and made apricot pecan bars--redolent from the oven of--natch--loads of butter.  I even got vanilla ice cream for the girls to eat with the bars.  The only way for us to survive here when I make desserts is to have guests for lunch and send them home with any leftover goodies.  I'm with ya, Julia, on the food police!