Robin ~
I chuckled about your comment that you would be tempted to eat frozen brownies.
Terry used to raid the freezer all the time and scarf up the frozen cookies I'd stashed for those last-minute or unannounced guest arrivals.
I used to bake (key word
USED) drop or roll-out cookies and bar cookeis weekly. He used to sacrf them up so fast that I'd freeze some for later in the week.
At CHRISTmas time, he went beserk and I got so cheesed at him for eating so many.
To save his waistline and his
life, I used to bake them, double wrap the cookies and then hide them out in different places around the house: in the fireplace in the living room (we never used it and with the screen in place, he couldn't see them!), in an empty Kotex box in the hall closet, in between folded linen, on a dining room chair - the chairs were pushed under the table and a table cloth hid the chair seats from view. :-) He found the cookies in the fireplace...the other secret places remain secrets that is, unless Unca tells him...