Yes, I Decorated Cookies.
This time, there we’re no squirrel eating kill joys.
Woop de doo. No really, seriously, non-sarcastically, woop de doo.
So. I’m not a baker. Not a cook. Not that girl that makes unbelievable dinners every night for friends. No glazed straight-from-the-garden veggies, beautiful chicken roasts and rich wine. Well, there’s wine, but mostly just me, and the wine, alone, watching reality TV.
Mostly, I’m not a cookie maker. More of an acceptor of cookies made for me…
But yesterday, I felt in the cookie decorating mood. My roommate and I went to the store, bought cookie mix (didn’t make from scratch, but remember, this is the path to spirited. Not quite there yet), sprinkles in the form of rainbow butterflies, hearts, circles, and sugar crystals, and icing, vanilla of course.
Here’s what ensued:
A few of my cookies. As you can see, I don’t have a lot of patience for the finer details…
My roommate on the other hand, paid attention to detail, slowly putting on each sprinkle and making sure the colors matched. Opposite of me, but a helpful reminder that I need more patience when it comes to anything…crafty.
Exhibit A of why I’m not a spirited, lover-of-all-things-decorated-girl. I ate the cookie pretty much immediately. I let half of it sit in its saran wrap body bag while my teeth got over the sugar rush. Soon this spot was just sad, fallow land.
So I did it. I bought, I decorated, I ate.
I got into the holiday spirit, one bite at a time.
Attempt number 3 at spirit will be…sometime in the future.