What I speak of is the dreaded Xmastime "gift basket."
You know the one: chock full with brownies, cookies, candies, muffins and everything else on the planet to seriously bloat the waistline.
Our first arrived today, and the minions that work here tore through it like hyenas on an antelope.
I could go on, but a double peanut butter scone awaits...
now, but later
