A few days ago Heir 2 and I attempted to make the usual press butter cookies using the same old press I use every year, that every year I have to patch together to make work.
Like me, the thing was an antique (my mother used it while I was growing up) and finally, half way through the cookies, it broke for good.
Dirtman, ever diligent (and eager for cookies) overnighted a new cookie press from Williams-Sonoma. Along with the same presses the old one had, there were some new -- um -- improved ones, including this:
My snowman has a butt crack. That's sick!
5 comments:
You're a sick, sick woman, tsk tsk tsk
I know where you live
again, keep Heir 2 away from the chocolat.
Oh man... That is the grosest cookie I have ever seen...
....AND THAT'S COMING FROM ME!!!
Hey anonymous dude...
Why are you saying dumb and somewhat aggresive statements like, "I know where you live...?"
squirrley: Yes, that was the immediate reaction, since today was a snow day. Both Heirs were suddenly very interested in cookie baking.
DG: Don't worry. You're related to anonymous. We could drop him off five miles out of town and he'd never find his way to where I live...
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