This post isn't about baking. It's not even about food. There is no recipe here. I know that this is a baking blog, but I am asking you to indulge me for a minute.
Yesterday, I completed a half marathon. 13.1 miles. That's a lot. In a moment of craziness, my bff of 20 years, April, convinced me to train for this thing. I trained for months, and the race was yesterday. I use the term "race" very liberally. I had no intention of actually competing. I just wanted to finish. And I did!! I have to say, crossing that finish line might have been one of the proudest moments of my life. I think I did some sort of laugh/cry/gasp for air thing. I really hope no one caught that on camera.
But, as proof, I will give you one picture of April and I, post-race. I promise you a cookie recipe in a little while, but first, I'm taking a little vacation.