Last week the hubs very politely requested for me to make some of my very special homemade sugar cookies for some of his coworkers. Because his face is so stinkin cute, I obliged. It wasn't until after I agreed to get my bake on in our kitchen I found out he wanted enough cookies individually packaged with my holiday love for 15 people. Shoot, should have asked that question first. No big deal, after all I used to do this for a living.
Pumping the breaks here I should explain that my holiday cookies are quite spectacular if I may say so myself. While I no longer bake professionally, I still have some mad-style baking skillz that will blow any other housewives out of the water. Hands down, no competition. But I'm sure that most housewives aren't professional trained French chefs either, so I guess it's a draw. These holiday cookies are a labor of love that take copious amounts of time to produce and a millisecond to consume. But baking is a calming experience for me, and holiday treats always put me in good spirits.
These holiday cookies are a labor of love that take copious amounts of time to produce and a millisecond to consume. But baking is a calming experience for me, and holiday treats always put me in good spirits. Three and a half hours later a tornado looked like it blew through my kitchen, I had green frosting in my hair, and I felt sick from all of the sugar I'd been sniffing in. Suffice to say that my holiday spirit yesterday had a few ridges around the edges.
But they sure looked purdy
The hubby always gets the scrap dough, and just a little reminder of what a great wife I am
|Don't you just want to bite that snowman's head off?|
"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear"
Buddy the Elf