Cookies and a Sexy, Sexy Camera

If you are what you eat, I am cookie. Stu and I made dozens of cookies, and I had to try them all. Between the dough "testing", the individual batch sampling, and the broken orphans that found their home on my hips, I probably ate upwards of a dozen cookies. Treadmill!

The overwhelming amount of sugar gave me a migraine that lasted all day, and is only just now beginning to go away. I have learned my lesson! Our cookies rock, though. We were an unlikely team of cooks; she's neat and tidy, I flung my cookies on the cooling rack in a mish-mosh. We're good friends, though, so I think that makes up for it. We're "Master Bakers" (are you groaning? this made us giggle every time, because we're twelve).

My house is filled with chocolate chip cookies, snickerdoodles, and sugar cookies in an ecumenical assortment of shapes: dreidels, Christmas trees, stars of David and silver bells. There's also gingerbread men which can be gingerbread Maccabee rebels if you'd like.

Later that evening, Rob did a frozen pizza (there was no way I was cooking after hours of baking). The oven had been pre-heating for a while when I suddenly remembered that there were two cookies that had fallen onto the bottom of the oven. I was waiting for it to cool, and by the time it was safe to stick my hand in there, I'd forgotten about them. Rob opened the door and the kitchen filled with smoke. Oops.

Hanukkah started tonight, and my first present is a Canon Powershot S2 IS. It's sexy. I had only been lusting after it since before it came out! Picture overload to ensue! (When I learn to work all the buttons!)