I had a "low moment" last Christmas. MIL always bakes "cowboy cookies" at Christmas. These have chopped pecans, minature chocolate chips, the best cookie you will ever taste. She literally makes hundreds and hundreds of them for family and friends. My MIL is a nuturer. She thinks food is love, love is food. She sends a tupperware caketaker full of those cookies up here. OMG.... I do okay for one or two days and then..... look out. DH is gone on his job a lot of the week and I was eating those cookies. They were packed in layers very closely with wax paper between the layers. I started re-packing that darn thing putting fewer and fewer cookies in each layer so it wouldn't look like I'd done all the damage I did. Didn't work, he figured it out. "What in the world happened to all of those cookies?" urrrr, ummmm, "I thought the neighbors might like some?" He didn't buy it, he just shook his head. LOL...
Needless to say, I told her not to send that much up here this year. She is a diabetic and can't even eat then but she makes them for us anyway. I told her we'd take a small tin of them and I am going to take about 10 out to ration for myself and send the rest with DH when he go to work.
I started thinking up strategies in December.