Dear Santa, I cheated you

I'm sure you didn't notice, or my stocking would have been empty. I cheated you out of your home-baked holiday goodness.

Now to be fair, Sissy tried to make up for it. You may have noticed the 20 carrots she left for your reindeer. They were small, so she left 2 each for the team and Rudolph...and 2 more because Bubby says you added I new reindeer to the team this year. I don't know what that's about, but I obliged.




Obviously, all is well in our relationship judging by the number of bags of paper and wrapping I had to pick up off of my living room floor this morning, but confession is good for the soul.

When my dishwasher died the day before Christmas Eve, I turned to my good buddy the Dough Boy for a little assistance. The two of us (and you, too, Santa, if the truth be told) have a little more in common than I'd necessarily like. But he promised to mix up the dough at his house to save me from doing the dishes. I obviously jumped at his offer, because who in their right mind wants to add holiday baking dishes to the pile of dishes you're already washing by hand for a family of five who apparently never stop making an endless supply of dirty dishes??




You'll notice I tried to jazz things up a bit and did roll the cookies in sugar and used 2 kinds of Hershey kisses for my peanut butter blossoms.





And I did have plenty of colorful icing for the sugar cookies, even if it was leftover from the gingerbread village we made...




They turned out ok for the lack of patience I was exhibiting at this stage in the game...and here' my secret weapon:




I often wonder if I was stolen as a child from the Nestle family....'cause I have a serious love for that family....




I supplemented with Gal in the Middle's sweet and saltiness candy, 'cause they sounded ridiculously easy and delicious...and they were! And I once again broke out my secret mini red and green chip weapon...




Then I ate the one with the saltine bottom showing so I could show you a prettier picture:




Apparently they tasted ok, because the cookie supplies were seriously depleted after visiting my mom and brother last night...and then you must have eaten your fair share, too...because this morning the plate was seriously depleted. I had to resort to the pre-printed snowman cookies and more sugar cookies in the oven before breakfast to have enough cookies to share with the Indiana part of the family.

But you know what I discovered? No one really cared. Yes, the chocolate cut out cookies were missed, but my family all enjoyed my friend the Dough Boy's recipes, too. So maybe next year I'll just aim for moderation. Instead of stressing out over having tons and tons of home-baked goodness, I'll share baking chores with my friend the Dough Boy again. And let's be honest, Santa, it's not like you OR me are really hurting for more cookies over the holidays anyway, right?

There. I feel better for the confession. See you next year, Santa!

Love,

Me

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