Kids were better today, but I came home sick from work. Of course, did I relax and rest when I got home? No! I ran around with Maddie and Riley! Still, it was nice to be home and not giving my computer at work an addled, blank stare.
Unrelated to illness, although perhaps no less dull, is that I've been doing Weight Watchers again for a week and a half now. I'm not going to meetings or even doing the online version, so by "doing Weight Watchers" I simply mean that I'm diligently counting points and writing down everything that goes into my mouth. The good news? It's totally working. I lost two pounds my first week, and I've been eating more healthfully than I have in months, perhaps years. This program really works for me, and once I get through the first week of "Holy shit, you're kidding me, right? That's a serving of rice?" I get back in the groove and feel better, lose the weight, etc.
But tonight I totally had a fall-off-the-wagon moment. I've been dealing with sick kids and sick me off and on for almost a week now, and it's starting to get to me. So when my best friend told me that the salted brown butter crispy treats over at smitten kitchen were as good—no, better—than I even thought they sounded, I could not resist. I love Rice Krispy treats to begin with, and what Deb over at the SK says is true: just the simple step of five extra minutes to brown the butter along with the addition of some salt is the difference between nostalgic yum and true magic. Make them. Or don't, if, perhaps, you don't want to eat an entire stick of butter, six cups of Rice Krispies, and 10 oz. of marshmallows all by yourself.
Kids are in bed, I'm headed that way myself. We're all on the mend, I think. What better medicine than butter and sugar, right?