Okay so I have a raging sweet tooth, it’s an affliction really. It never used to be that way, until mother dearest moved in and she who expresses her love through baking all kinds of delicious badness would bake until the cows came home, or at least till this cow came home from night shift to graze on freshly baked badness. Darn.
With our little one having sugar sensitivities I’ve had to clean up a recipe or two to make it fine for him to eat & satisfy one & all. Continue reading