HIPPO BRIGADE

I am Taking a Break from Cookie Making

My feet are up, and I am mindlessly eating a wooden spoon with a slight sugary resemblance left on it. There is a giant cookie filled with marshmallows, caramel, and chocolate cooking away in the oven, I no longer fit into my skinny jeans because of that beast of a cookie. So fat, far, I’ve eaten enough dough/marshmallow/caramel to produce a considerably smaller cookie than I had formerly envisioned. There is also dough chilling in the fridge, and one in the freezer. I am sitting, something I haven’t done in 3 hours. I might be a little tipsy from the spiked hot chocolate I have been sipping at all night. but not too tipsy that I would melt my press-on nails to the baking sheet. It’s a very delicate balance.  By the end of this evening I will have made 4 different types of cookies, and then I’ll do two types tomorrow. Why, you ask? Because I LOVE cookies. That, and I am bringing Christmas joy to the ones I love in the form of sugar. I never realized how difficult it is. My grandma bakes this smattering of weird and strange cookies every year for 6 families, and I’ve never really thought twice about it. But now that I am doing it, I realize that it’s time consuming and expensive. After you buy all the ingredients, then you have to pack them up in adorable boxes with fancy parchment and pretty ribbons. I’m not going to spend all this time baking these cookies, and then stick them on a dixie plate and wrap them with plastic wrap–I’m totally above plastic wrap. So kids, the moral of my story is, be thankful when you get weird and funky cookies on Christmas, because it means someone loves you.