But, I feel so... so... clean.

September is a silly time to undertake an 11 day cleanse. Seriously, who comes up with these ideas?

I suppose September is better than October. Certainly better than November and December. Waiting until January would guarantee a (bogus) resolution to fit into single-digit sized clothes by an ever-changing date.

But this morning my email was flooded with ads for self-rising flour and recipes with photos like this:

Go here if you're not consuming only colon-blasting, antioxidant-rich raspberry flavored powder for the next 8 days. Chicken and Dumplings: King Arthur Flour

And links to tailgate finger-food ideas that look like this:

Somebody make these and tell me how they are: http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/sausage-balls-10000000558458/

On the upside, it's only 32 minutes until my next vanilla flavored chalk cake!!

It's tough coming from a heritage for whom butter is one of the major food groups. In fact, the base and first two levels of the Slovak food pyramid are pure dairy gold butter. None of this clarified or unsalted junk, either. 

It's the age old dilemma: Butter or Fashionista. 

I took a spin through Macy's the other day - trying to inspire myself to find charm in chalky snacks. It appears that jeans with subtle and not-so-subtle prints are back in vogue. There was a time when I would have been all over this - paisleys and flower prints featuring dramatic roses and peonies.

If you lean towards the fashionista end of the spectrum, flower printed jeans can look so sweet and feminine. If you lean towards favoring butter, these jeans make your butt look like the Home Depot garden center just before Mother's Day.  And no one wants to see that walking down the hall. 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that takes me up to seven minutes past time for chalky goodies and another glass of water. Yum.