You all will be happy to hear that my cookie press came out of hibernation yesterday, and a double batch of Spritz miraculously made their appearance in my kitchen. They left behind a trail of cookie dough and sugar sprinkles that required eventual mopping of the floor, but I'm quite satisfied overall and I think my cookie press was happy to escape its box.
Yes, inanimate objects seem to be developing their own personalities. It;s a sign of craziness. Or a clue that Christmas is two days away. Maybe in January I will stop thinking my little-used kitchen appliances are begging to be put to use. The waffle iron hasn't said anything about being parked in my pantry for nine months. Just so you know.
Anyway, I attribute this burst of Christmas baking to the fact that I have a helper elf in my house right now, and no, it's not Joe. My sister flew in from Colorado last Saturday and oh, the beauty of having another adult in the house to talk to! Someone who can discuss life at a level higher than 'what bath toys are we going to play with tonight?' Someone who can pluck my preschooler from her high perch on the desk, grabbing for her scissors, while I sit on the phone with an insurance company! She also brings me coffee at work, has gone to the grocery store twice already in less than a week at my request, and when we went out for a grown-up dinner last night, she dressed me up and even plastered me in make-up that did not make me look like a hooker. She's pretty amazing.
Anyway. Christmas cookies. They're here, and now I feel a bit more prepared for the holidays.
Was that a collective sigh of relief I just heard? I thought so.
1 comment:
Your sister sounds awesome! Just what you needed.
I am giving in and baking a few cookies tomorrow. And then making my family eat them ALL when they all come out on Saturday.
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