Baking Cookies. It's All About The Eating Anyways Isn't It?
Every year mom likes to bake cookies with us. It's fun. When the cookies are finished we take them to friends and family so they can share in our tradition. My dad says it's our chance to make everyone as fat as he is. Personally, I don't think we can bake that many cookies. But don't tell him.
Of course, no cookie baking or decorating session can start without proper instructions. I find this part of the tradition to be boring.
My mom is a teacher. So when I tell her we should skip the teaching part of the tradition, she doesn't like it. But any first grader can decorate a cookie with his eyes closed. In fact, mom, you should see what we do with those Oreo cookies I take to school for lunch every day. I'm sort of an expert.
That whole Oreo cookie argument actually worked and she's turned me loose. Ha Ha! Maybe this is where I should say my mom used to be a teacher. Now she's a photographer. I wish she could have taken pictures of that whole Oreo cookie maneuver I just pulled on her. I also wish these cookies were a little harder. It would make them easier to decorate with this pencil. Didn't I read somewhere that you actually shouldn't eat lead?
Oh boy. An audience. That's my big brother coming to the rescue. He's not a teacher, but if you ask him to, he'll tell you how to do anything. Actually, you don't really have to ask him.... I bet he's giving me good cookie decorating advice right now. I'm not sure, though. I never listen to him.
In the end, thanks to teachers and decorator alike, we get the job done. And when nobody's looking, because my teachers said you should never dip your hands into the toppings, I dip my hands into the toppings.
I hope you'll be receiving a plate of our holiday tradition this year.
I promise, they were made with clean hands.
And lots of love.