It is January. I am not supposed to still be baking cookies, am I? The holiday cooking time is past, isn't it? Not for me.
The graveyard of sugar cookie gingerbread men you see above were mixed this morning and rolled and baked tonight. They are for Connor's classroom holiday party where the kids are decorating them. I volunteered to make them BEFORE Christmas when I was off work, etc. But because of the blizzard, school was closed on party day and it has been rescheduled for this Friday. So, here I am, flour covered hands, rolling cookies on a weeknight.
And, wouldn't you know it, I need 36 of them and the batch only made 30! So, whilst baking those men above, I had to make a whole new batch of them to yield 6 more of the sons of bitches. Ahhhhhh. Serenity now. Serenity now.
Of course, I'm responsible. Despite my constant admonishing of my fellow working moms to NOT VOLUNTEER for this stuff, the call for the cookie baker was like a siren of the sea calling to the lonely sailor. I had to answer it. Sucker.
2 comments:
Ha! Laynie's class decorated cookies, too, but with a STORE-BOUGHT KIT. Please tell me Conner does not have 36 kids in his class?!?!?!?!?
No. Only 23. I guess they wanted extras for breakage and general 6 year old freak outs.
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