Monday, December 9, 2013

Cookie Bake

Here's what I did this weekend.
Hate me.

It was the annual Martin-girl Christmas cookie bake. I always feel like I'm not going to be that into it, then I get there and start throwing sprinkles around and it's over.

There are usually 6 or 7 of us there, and we each bring two recipes. Certain over-achievers who shant be named bring, oh,  five or eight.

We try to do as much prep work as possible prior to Cookie day.

This was one of my contributions. I took the easy route and didn't do any actual baking. I was very sure these would take 15 minutes to put together.

And then I started breaking pretzels into antlers.

This is not for the faint of heart. It's taxing. Slightly traumatizing. My hands hurt. The pretzels kept breaking in the wrong places. I was frustrating. My hands hurt. It took forever. My hands hurt.

It's what I picture natural childbirth to be like.

Just kidding about the childbirth thing.

A running joke (minus laughing or even smiling) among my friends and family is the not-so-subtle implication that I would be a wimp at childbirth. Makes me mad. It's so unfounded! So unscientifically sourced!

"She's skinny, but she's strong."

Name that quote. And then invite me over to watch the movie because I haven't seen it in 20 years and I miss it.

I'll bring this.

And, well, you know.

This treat won the Cute award. Cauuuute!

This treat won best looking, most congenial, most likely to succeed, and most likely to rot your teeth in such a way that you don't even notice or care.

Then again, I'm the only one who voted.

This won happiest.

Okay, this.

It's not much to look at, but it's life-changing.

Spread peanut butter between two Wheat Thins.

You heard me.

Then dip in melted chocolate (we melt ours in crock pots) and cool.

What in all the land am I going to do with all this candy???????????

I'm mostly just glad my cookies didn't end up being thrown to the rats this year.

While we're talking sweets and goodies, this happened on Friday night. 
It was so cold it's making my jaw heart just looking at these pictures. 

This is the coolest music teacher ever to grace humanity.
Last year the funniest little kid told me "Calvin is my best friend. And Mr. Potuck. We're all three best friends together."

God bless all the teachers in all the schools of all the towns. 
I feel faint and angsty just thinking about their job.

In final news, Calvin got his purple belt on Saturday, I finished my Christmas shopping, and had Greek for dinner because I'm a lucky dog.

How was your weekend?