Apparently...All Good Things Must Come To An End

It was that kind of day, the kind of day you spend resting, resting from the previous week, resting to re-charge to take on the upcoming week, resting just to rest. It's also the kind of day when you may meander about the house and find yourself in the kitchen looking for a little nibble of food to satisfy that  hunger that can only be satisfied by something sugary. It's what the Danes call lækker sulton, which roughly translated mean, "hungry for something delicious."

It's also the kind of day, because of the time of the year, when your search for something delicious and loaded with calories is unsuccessful. All the yummy treats we've come to rely on during the holidays are gone...all gone. 

Of course, we've done it to ourselves. We've trained our bodies--and minds--in a short period of time to expect treats whenever we want. They're just waiting for us in the kitchen, in the fridge, in the freezer, to snatch them up and gobble them down. And I think it's even subconscious--even when we're not thinking about snacks our bodies are and that's what they want.

Last year and this year we bought one of those big tins of Danish butter cookies (even thought I'm not 100% sure they're made in Denmark...). You open them up and you're not sure just how many layers of deliciousness there are inside. Is it four, or maybe five? Well, there's only one way to find out.

And so we do. We  dig into the tin, remove the empty paper cups that once held several cookies and causally toss the cup into the bin. After all, there's lots more.

And then, there's not so much more.

But, that's okay, because we still have cookies and some other holiday offerings here and there. Time goes by and the six people living in house do damage to the cache of cookies--no matter how many were in the tin to begin with, they're no match for five adults and one teenager. 

Now, the cookies are gone and only the tin remains. We went shopping Saturday and I found a package of Ghirardelli Holiday Baking Peppermint Chunks sold only during the holiday season. I bought them and now they're my last remnant of the goodness that previously spread lovingly over the entire kitchen counter but are now just a delicious memory of the season that once was.

Proof that all good things must come to an end...

At least, until next fall.