Yesterday I made an apple streudel and three large hand pies. I meant to make two apple streudels, but though the first was beautiful, I screwed up the second so bad that I had to throw away its phyllo dough. I used the botched up streudel's apple raisin nut filling for the hand pies. Problem is, I've been eating these goodies in excess. I'm not eating any more of the strudel than hubby, but I ate two of the three large hand pies. I'm embarrassed about that. They were yummy, though. The bad thing is that my old addictive behavior is kicking in. When I had trouble with my drinking years ago, I'd run out and buy replacement wine so hubby wouldn't think I drank much. Now I'm thinking of making a small batch of replacement apple hand pies and passing one off as one I ate, and hiding another.

I need to get out of the house. At 2:30 pm I may go to the movies myself and see "The Wife". I like Glenn Close.