For someone who prides myself on my baking abilities, it had an ugly start. Very. Ugly.
Saturday was a rainy day, perfect for finally getting a start on my Christmas cookies. My mom, aunts, and grandma were getting together hundreds of miles away to make one of my favorite cookies, lady locks. I was bummed I couldn't be there to
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Oatmeal Cookies with Almonds
Chocolate-Covered Pretzies (not included in the cookie count)
Typically my family makes a lot more cookies than this (see more about our wedding cookie table) but with my lack of time and patience, a picky husband, and someone who has no self control because she works 10 feet from the refrigerator... I stuck to the easy ones.
First, I was grossly unprepared for the cookies I planned to make. I ran out of almost every ingredient, at different times, prompting several trips to Publix within two days. I'm pretty sure the employees there thought I had some sort of problem.
My brand new flex-edge beater for my mixer didn't fit. Not a game changer, but it would have been nice. Then, I knocked over my vanilla extract and about a fourth of the bottle (everything that was left) ended up on my kitchen counter. The sad part is, I did the exact same thing this summer while baking. What the?!
I also tossed the entire first batch of buckeyes because I didn't like the peanut butter mixture.
It was at this point that I started drinking.
Luckily, I have a fantastic husband who helped decorate the sugar cookies. When I do them myself, they usually start out really cute and by the end it looks like a sprinkle container barfed on them. Actually, it kind of still looks like that... but I still love you for helping, hubby!
In the end, I am so happy to have these cute little boxes to give to our friends and neighbors.