Total and utter meltdown

My husband and I are playing cooking chicken. No, no one is cooking chicken. We're playing chicken to see which one of us breaks down and actually cooks something first (besides eggs).

Until I give up and admit defeat—and it will almost certainly be me who does—we've all been subsisting on the holiday leftovers. Mainly mashed potatoes, rolls, cookies, sugared pecans, a giant cookie, a popcorn cake, chocolate-covered pretzels, pie, and chocolate-covered macadamia nuts.

If I'm not back here to blog about my next Paleo challenge on January 1, it's because I'm dead.