I’ve mentioned before that we make a boatload of cookies at Christmas time? Let me clarify. FirstHusband makes a boatload of cookies.
Last year, he was busy and it was up to me to make the cookies. So, I made a boatload of . . . cookie bars.
Cookie bars, while tasting the same as cookies, are much more pragmatic:
No scooping one cookie’s worth of dough at a time.
No more hours of switching cookie sheets out every 11 minutes.
No more removing cookies from a cookie sheet. one. by. one.
No more waiting for the cookies to cool on little tiny grates.
No more broken cookies.
I mixed up a batch of our cookie dough, slathered it on a cookie sheet that happened to have a short edge all the way around it, and baked it all in one shot. All the “cookies” are the same size and height for easy stacking and packing. This year, I’m perusing my collection of cookie cutters for some interesting shapes. I know that will leave cookie remnants, but we’ll just have to deal with it. Such a chore, gleaning the cookie chaff.
I’m baking tonight and tomorrow, so no photos yet, but check back! And I’m employing behaviors incompatible with eating cookies – while I’m baking cookies. I’m out of red wine, though. It will have to be Super Bubble.
I had to bake brownies for a party yesterday, so that’s the photo you get first. Oh, and one more pragmatic thing: I cut the brownies with a pizza cutter.
We haven’t gone to see any of the Disney resorts this year, I’m not sure if we will, but this is always amazing. Supposedly, this ENTIRE thing is edible.
The video doesn’t even come CLOSE to showing the detail. It truly is an amazing work of art.
This is one of my favorites:
A preacher visits an elderly woman from his congregation. As he sits on the couch he notices a large bowl of peanuts on the coffee table.
“Mind if I have a few?” he asks.
“Not at all.”
They chat for an hour and as the preacher stands to leave, he realizes that instead of eating just a few peanuts, he emptied most of the bowl.
“I’m so sorry! I ate all your peanuts!”
“Oh that’s all right,” the woman says. “Ever since I lost my teeth, all I can do is suck the chocolate off them anyway.”
FavoriteSon: How long did that take?
Me: Too long.
FavoriteSon: How long did she hold that there?
Me: Longer than I would.
But they’re cute. And they probably taste good.
I’ll never know. But I figure I’ll post this now, so if anyone DOES want to make these little cuties for Thanksgiving, they will have plenty of time.
(Compliments of http://www.wikihow.com)
1. Determine how many times a week you eat or want to eat chocolate. It must be a number between 1 and 10, including 1 or 10.
Let’s say you eat chocolate 8 times a week. (what? is that a lot?)
2. Multiply that number by 2.
8 x 2 = 16
3. Add 5 to the previous result.
16 + 5 = 21
4. Multiply that by 50.
21 x 50 = 1050
5. Add the current year (Gregorian).
1050 + 2008 = 3058
6. Subtract 250 if you’ve had a birthday this year. If you haven’t had a birthday this year, subtract 251.
Let’s say your birthday hasn’t passed yet.
3058 – 251 = 2807
7. Subtract your birth year.
Assuming you were born in 1975…
2807 – 1975 = 832
8. You’ll end up with a 3 or 4 digit number. The last two digits are your age (if you’re under 10 years old there will be a zero before your age). The remaining one or two digits will be the number of times per week you eat or want chocolate (the number you specified in the first step).