They only took three hours to make, are pathetic to behold, and taste like one of my least favorite desserts!
Now, to be fair, I had a certain six-year-old sous chef helping me with the cookies, which explains the three hours and the section of butter wrapper found while cutting out the dough, plus my insistence upon trying a new recipe that includes zesting citrus fruit didn't exactly cut down on the prep time.
Caedmon likes to use a toothpick to extract every last bit of orange from the zester. This did not take forever or cause me to age one hundred years while waiting.
Those are the eyes of a kid hopped on the demon gingerbread. I am, sadly, his dealer.
In other Christmastime news, the little town nearby goes a little crazy over Christmas. The library I work at is just off Main street in this town, where they plunk a live tree right in the middle of the street,
but also thoughtfully (or perhaps their motivations are more of the legal nature) leave enough space to swerve around it so you can still, you know, drive down Main street. They also have speakers mounted along Main, and they've been playing Christmas music for the last two weeks. It is marvelous.
We don't put a tree down our house's main thoroughfare- or even have a live tree, for that matter- but we do have a kitchen pig all decked out, and that has to count for something, right?
Just don't talk to Derek about the pig, okay? He may or may not have said something about what is clearly a CHRISTMAS WREATH resembling a crown of thorns, instead. Never mind that this is a pig and Jesus was Jewish.
Although I don't remember reading anything about Jews being at odds with pigs doubling as chefs, so it's probably fine. I mean, our kitchen pig probably keeps kosher, right? He's not going to cook or serve up his own kind! Thank goodness pigs aren't known for being savages who will eat absolutely anything, including other pigs.
P.S. This post did not end up in a place any of us were expecting. It is not just you.