Maybe it should be bah humbug. I don’t know. With all the rain, it just doesn’t feel like Christmas. We did 90% of our shopping online. Along with that all of the gifts we got, came from lists given to us by our kids. “Don’t stray from the list!” There is no element of suprise in that… It tends to add to my Scrooge-ed nature.
So we thought we would try to bolster the mood. We made cut out cookies. Now a few years back, we needed a new mixer. I decided it would be cheaper to just get the Sunbeam one that was $89. It has to be just as nice as that other brand right? Yeah, not so much. I was alone with the mixer while making the batter. Mary was at the store and the girls in their rooms. We had words. Getting the beaters in was causing me to sweat. Lifting the top part back took a degree in engineering. That little toggle switch thingy that moves the bowl. Stuck in place. Not moving. I perservered, and the dough was made.
After dinner, we started in on cutting out the cookies and baking them. We had a great system going. They were turning out good. Then it was time to ice. Does it get this way for you? You start out making a detailed Santa, or gingerbread man. Near the 2000th cookie, you are slapping on whatever color icing you have left and adding sprinkles. Our favorite part was when the cookie broke and we got to eat it right there.
When we were done, we had flour from head to toe. Icing was all over the place. That kind of mess would have never flown in my parent’s house… We could have listened to Christmas tunes while making them, but we decided to watch the women’s ncaa volleyball finals instead.
Bah humbug. This angel cookie I am eating with my coffee, strangely resembles an asian ghost…
I’m not feeling it either this year. For so many reasons. I was going to do a post about it and still may, but I’m even bored thinking about writing it.
NCAA Volleyball? That’s not very Christmas-y.
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