Twitching, doughy heap

I am exhausted.

Like...seriously.

Was I the only person whose kitchen looked like this at a few points this weekend?

It was?

Oh...that was embarrassing.

Yeah, all of that cookie dough that I froze and labeled?  It was scoop and bake day and somehow I still had other doughs to make and frostings and stuff.  I did half the doughs for my friend who lives alone and his only love in life other than vinyl records is homemade Christmas cookies, so I oblige.  To watch him smell the entire tin like he's smelling the sweet scent of a long, lost lover is worth all of the time put into it.

Then remember how I said you could use it as a means to appease last minute drop overs for the holidays?  Well, apparently the mother in law couldn't get enough of us and decided she was going to drop over on our busiest weekend of the month and then get that slight dig in about how we don't have to answer the door while she drops something off if we just want to hide.  Yeah, because we have no life.


*Insert HEAVY eye roll here*

Despite the slight detection of 'tude, I decided that because I knew she wasn't likely baking again this year that I needed to provide a bazillion cookies for her that I really had no time to bake.  Because it's also not my style to just slap it on a plate and put it in a ziploc bag, I did this...

That is a large, leftover oatmeal container with the plastic snap on lid.  Perfect for cookie giving though not necessarily with the Quaker dude on the front.  So I grabbed my antique songbook and ripped out two pages and washi taped them to the container and tied a bow around it.  The lid was plain so I double sided taped (like how I made that a verb?) some scrapbooking paper to it, grabbed my 2 1/2" scalloped punch and made a quick tag and slapped a bow on it.  I scooped and baked 4 of each kind of cookies I had and filled them to the brim...all within 30 minutes.

Yeah...I'm that good.

I was left in charge of a dessert for a gathering with my grandma (not that one) so I made this...

A yule log.  I got the pan from Sur La Table during a late Christmas clearance the year before last and I made one last year with ganache on top but it was kind of thin and I didn't care for the way it turned out even though it tasted wonderful.  This year I melted down some fudge frosting and drizzled it over the top.  It was quite the feat to get it back on the cake carrier but it worked.

What's inside, you ask?

Homemade peanut butter buttercream.

It's totally fat free.

In a parallel universe.

We had a nice time at the gathering and my grandma went TOTALLY overboard!  I got a steam vac to replace the one that died, Father of the Bride 1 and 2 BluRay special edition and toeless yoga socks.  The Mr got 2 shirts, yoga socks and a CD he wanted.  There was much to discuss when we left.  You know how it is.

"I can't believe so and so said that!"
"What was up their butt tonight?"
"Why can't children keep it to a dull roar?"

Etc.

Then when we got home, I had to bake OUR cookies and by that time I just felt like I wanted to yak and when I did it would probably be the Pillsbury dough boy that shot out.  If I didn't have diabetes before today, I probably do now.

It's pretty bad when you crave vegetables.  Your body is saying "could you dial down the sugar inflammation, please?"

Today is the Mr and I's dating anniversary.  Twenty two of the best years of his life!  HA!

I love you, pookie wookie!

What did you do this weekend?

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