It looks like Mother Nature is granting us a white Christmas (in the Pacific Northwest, anyhow). Even the trio of miniature trees on my covered front porch are blanketed in snow.
They’re tiny trees and I decorated them with fruits and birds.
Awww, isn’t that sweet?
Speaking of sweet, my cookie baking failures continue. Alas! If I were to put a price on these cookies based on how much time they took and what I get paid for real work, these would probably cost $10 each. No cookie is worth $10. Not even a Versace (if there were such a thing). I’m a terrible cookie maker.
I gave up on shaped cookies and tried drop-smashed instead. This recipe emulates the Lofthouse cookie. It’s light and fluffy and the icing is surprisingly good. They are a far cry from uniform, though.
To my credit, they all taste good. The execution, however, leaves much to be desired. Because I like to beat a dead horse, so to speak, I may make one final attempt at holiday cookies before Christmas. I’m thinking of a sugar cookie dough that is rolled, refrigerated, and cut with a wire to make uniform circles. Or, I could try to overcome this ridiculous perfectionism personality disorder, and resist the urge to produce a beautiful, delicious, uniform cookie. That would be the better road, in many ways.
I also made some sweet and spicy almonds, which turned out okay, but could be improved upon.
The same can be said for the Chex Mix as well.
Again with the dead horse. I am SO very tempted to try again with all of these concoctions.
The thing is, in the interest of giving home made things to friends and family for Christmas, I can hardly feel good about giving something that looks gross or tastes gross, now, can I? I think I’ll just put these out for people to nibble on (if they dare, and if they care) and not use them for any sort of gift. Eventually I’ll get these recipes figured out, and hope for better luck next year.
