Before I can blink, with a shake of his shaggy head, my teen inhales food. All the food. All the time. Hence I hoard. (Much to his shock, horror and dismay.) "Moooooooooooooooom!" (drawing out the vowel as only a kid can do) "Where is the cookie dough?" (Confession time; I love to make … [Read more...] about Cookie dough & the delicate balance of today & tomorrow