I escaped Harpy hell for the holiday, hooray! My sister may not be an evil, manipulative turd of the devil, but she is a distant second in the peskiness department. It’s rather typical. My sister annoys me. I’ll be long gone before I snap and yell at her so I consider this part of her Christmas gift.
Is it wrong that I’m a part of Christmas when I don’t believe in anything but the power of cookies? It seems I’m an atheist surrounded by the God squad – my family and his.
Ah, cookies. I wore pajamas all day and tried to find recipes for snickerdoodles and molasses cookies similar to my own recipes that I have stashed away back in Maryland. The oven here is finicky and the bakeware is sub par. I overcame the odds and made a halfway decent batch of caramel stuffed snickerdoodles, gluten free of course.
My claim to cookie baking fame is my ginger-molasses cookies. I’ve made them for holiday parties and even a couple of baby showers for about six years. It was a recipe pulled from the internet, then tweaked until it was a beast of its own. My beast. The base recipe doesn’t seem to exist anymore and my memory is shit. I picked a random recipe from the internet and hoped for the best.
These cookies were for MC. He wants two dozen because MY ginger-molasses cookies are his favorite. Think these count as two cookies? Only 23 to go. Damn yous, internet. I wasted a cup and a half of Kerrygold on these awful things.
I mixed up another batch of dough from a different source that’ll sit in the fridge over night to be baked tomorrow. I’m doing this for him even after drafting a rage against the MC post (I want to flick him really hard in the ear). Merry Christmas, asshole. 😀
Happy day to those who believe in this stuff, and happy day to those who don’t. Whatever you believe, or don’t believe, I believe you should have a cookie today (or a dozen) because you deserve it!