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And then there’s cookie baking. When we talk homemade, we usually mean the kind that come in a tube and you slice and stick them on your cookie sheet and they conveniently come pre-decorated for whatever’s the current holiday. But not this Christmas. With all the extra time we have from not shopping for presents, we decided to bake tons of real cookies with all the kids helping. Gulp.
It wasn’t really that bad. We had a few minor errors…someone tried to cream butter and flour instead of butter and sugar and there was the one batch of chocolate peanut butter cookies that were a tad over done or charcoal briquettes you might say. We listened to our favorite deeply spiritual Christmas music, the soundtrack from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Flour was flying and people said my name, 4,579 times. ( Yes, I did count. One time years ago I turned around to my children and said, “no one is allowed to say my name again ever, do you understand?” I did say it cheerfully and didn’t yell.) We all wore aprons which always make me feel like a real grown up and we now have tons of cookies and charcoal briquettes in the freezer ready for our night of caroling.
It was all quite lovely and I didn’t eat a single one. |
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