Every year, I proclaim that this is the year that I am not making a bunch of Christmas cookies. We don't need them and it is a lot of work. This is what inevitably happens. It starts out innocent enough, maybe I'll just make a few of those kiss cookies that Heath likes. Then, just one batch of the cut-out cookies that my brother likes. While I'm at it, those Italian wedding cookies are Granny Grump and Kristen's favorite (mine, too) and it will only take a few minutes longer. By the end of the day, this is what I have. Oh, and I found an Italian cheesecake recipe on the internet I've been wanting to try out...and since there will be some discriminating cheesecake tasters here tomorrow...
One of the many things I love about my husband, he sees how busy I am baking and offers to wash the dishes in between batches so that I don't have to. There is something about seeing a man do the dishes. Doesn't it make your hearts sing ladies?
Every year, I proclaim that this is the year that I am not making a bunch of Christmas cookies. We don't need them and it is a lot of work. This is what inevitably happens. It starts out innocent enough, maybe I'll just make a few of those kiss cookies that Heath likes. Then, just one batch of the cut-out cookies that my brother likes. While I'm at it, those Italian wedding cookies are Granny Grump and Kristen's favorite (mine, too) and it will only take a few minutes longer. By the end of the day, this is what I have. Oh, and I found an Italian cheesecake recipe on the internet I've been wanting to try out...and since there will be some discriminating cheesecake tasters here tomorrow...
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