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  • I can't eat them.

    Cookies make me sick. Everything makes me sick. Even the food that didn't make me sick a few weeks ago, makes me sick now. Something is definitely wrong.

    I am scared to talk to my doctor. The last time we discussed nausea, she told me she would cut my prescription in half if I lost four more pounds. I lost eight. I just don't want to do it. I don't want to cut my prescription. I want to feel fine. I want to eat cookies.

    They are awfully pretty, but they are more than just a pretty face. They taste like Christmas in my mouth. The one that I tried was worth the nausea that followed. Besides, I couldn't give them away without tasting one; it was worth every nauseating bite.

    I created the recipe myself. I tweaked a recipe I already used, the one for the cranberry crack cookies that everyone loved, which was a tweaked recipe, too. With the tweak of the tweak, I think that maybe I have tweaked myself all the way to an original: Peppermint White Chocolate Cookies.

    I can't eat them, but I know they are good. I have tried. I will give them away, wrapped up and tied with curling ribbon.

    What else could I do with broken candy canes? (I can't eat them, either.)
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