The cookie tragedy
It’s been awhile since I sat down long enough to do anything. Christmas has been super busy in a good way this year. We had a few Christmas parties, made some cookies, opened some presents, and traveled through Winter Storm Euclid (or was it Freyr?). When and why did they start naming snow storms? Well, I know the answer, but still, it seems weird. Anyhow, our normally-6-hour trip took 11 hours. That was a lot of fun. We saw many wrecks and people using colorful hand gestures to communicate the colorful lip movements we saw.
Anyhow, back to the subject at hand…the cookie tragedy. Along with Santa, I absolutely love sugar cookies with sugary icing. Emily, on the other hand, hates them. Really, she just hates making them. Since it was Santa (it wasn’t on my account I am sure), Emily mixed up the dough and put it in the fridge to chill. I discovered the dough and ate it…well, most of it anyhow. She had to mix up another batch which meant that there was no chance she was going to do any other sugar cookie related anything.
Being a culinary genius, I helped Abigail mix up some icing and we decorated the cookies ourselves. Emily said it was easy to identify the cookies I decorated. What do you think, friends?
Anyhow, we are still alive and jolly here in West-by-God-Virginia and hope you had a groovy Christmas! How about you?
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Warren, I do believe your cookies are uglier than Butch’s!!
We still have to make those too. I am sure Butch will feel the need to up his creativity after seeing your handiwork.
Happy New Year Friend!
You really need to witness first-hand how sugar is made to appreciate why I hate it so much and eat so little of it. Only cakes should be frosted in my opinion. But you do have an eye for artistry. Maybe you should try selling them instead of eating them!!!
I have to be in the right mood to make them – they are a labor of love.
Unfortunately everyone in my family loves sugar cookies so I have to fight to get my share and generally lose out to the daughter who is much quicker and faster than me these days.