Don't ask me what sugary goodness was up with my sudden desire to bake about a dozen dozen cookies yesterday. I think maternal instincts took over or I was suddenly possessed by a spirit of Paula Dean because I couldn't stop. In fact, just to get started I had to go to the grocery story in blowing snow, freezing temperatures and on bad roads to get one ingredient - shortening. Because peanut butter cookies just aren't right without lard.
So much chocolate and so little desire to eat it once the cookies and treats were finished. Does that happen to anyone else? When you bake you have no desire to eat the goodies afterward. It's probably from tasting the dough and smelling all the sweetness for hours. Here's a glimpse at my lusty all-day affair with chocolate in the form of chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter blossoms and magic bars. And to think, I was happy this morning that I squeezed into a pair of pre-pregnancy old corduroys that haven't been worn in a couple years.
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2 comments:
I never eat the finished product, the dough is so much better. Hope that Payton is feeling better. Wouldn't be a holiday without a sickness.
I am so sick of holiday cookies. My neighbor must have sold her soul to the devil to make the most delicious cookies of all time. After I eat her 18 varieties of fantastic cookie, mine always seem kind of blah.
Yours look lovely, btw. Looks like some cooking mag layout. Merry Christmas and I hope everybody is feeling A-OK.
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