Monday to Sunday I hit all the clubs

Dear Food Diary,

I went to a Christmas party last night and ate one of the following things.  Guess which.

 

You said it was like Christmas, but you were wrong.

Dear Food Diary,

For all you know, I haven't eaten in the past ten days.  Let's keep it that way.
There may have been a bucket of cookie dough that I saw and interacted with in some way.

I've been down in Albert Lea and over at work.  I went to a show at a place full of stuff like this:

I ate this:

Festive!  And this:

Both were lovingly crafted by Sarah.

I have nothing else to report at this time.

Your pal,
Matt

I'm tired and I want to go to bed.

Dear Food Diary,

Why don't we have one more drink and go down and cut that shark open?