I am not ashamed

Yesterday, being Valentine's Day and all, I indulged in a few of these (and really I made them myself!). A little something to celebrate the day of romance, and if not romance then certainly the the day of chocolate or of the flavonoids in chocolate that trigger endorphins that simulate the happy feelings of romance, right? Apparently I need a LOT of romance or something. Had a few of the cookies, had a couple more. After dinner we made Chocolate Molten Cakes for dessert. Confession: I ran out of steam and opted for a boxed mix (pretty good). I licked the spatula after preparing the batter. I licked the "molten" filling off another spatula. I scraped the spilled "molten" off the counter after inverting the individual cakes. No, not the mini-cakes, the jumbo-cupcake-tin-sized cakes. I greedily scraped the muffin tin of cake and goo remnants. I then devoured said cake in all it's gooey chocolate glory. My husband watched in awe--or maybe disgust. This morning, after very little sleep (M has a fever and was awake, miserable all night), and after finally settling M into desperate slumber, and with hubby away at work, I devoured yet another cake. Standing up. In my pajamas. I'm sure that if there were a legal limit of chocolate or cocoa butter or flavinoids imposed, I would have exceeded it 2 cakes and several cookies ago. Shamelessly. Oy, mama needs romance. And a glass of milk to wash down my next cookie...