Now that its past Christmas, I find that I have a problem. A Christmas cookie problem.
This year, for the first time, I went on a huge baking spree in the month of December. All were shared with coworkers, friends, and family, and most were found delicious. The only evidence left was a few crumbs, but I miss them.
Seriously. I'm really craving a cookie.
These are a bunch of gingerbread cookies I made. See! So pretty! All (ok, most) decorated with care!
And all of them have this nice smug grin, as if they're just daring me to eat them.
I need a hero to rescue me!
"I'm sorry, did someone need help? I promise, I'm completely yummy."
Yeah, whenever cookies talk, it just sounds like lines from something completely different.