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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Eat your heart out Jackson Pollock

In my ongoing personal quest to make up for a lifetime of non-domesticity, I made Christmas cookies last night. Eric helped because he is gunning for the "Best Sport About Doing Crafts" award and because it didn't require a trip to Joann Fabrics.

The rolling, cutting and baking took a little longer that I had anticipated and rather than individually frosting the cookies, which would easily have taken us into the wee hours of the morning, I opted to sacrifice some domesticity points and go for a mass frosting approach. It would be creepy to somehow compare it to cookie concentration camps so I won't do that. Instead will say we put all the cookies together in a small area and then smothered them with frosting and sprinkles.

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1 comment:

Unknown said...

Question: Did you actually follow the directions this time on dough making or rely on 'time tested' family traditions?