Thursday, December 15, 2005

Maybe he's a plumber...

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:

Anonymous said...

You're a sick, sick woman, tsk tsk tsk

I know where you live

SquirrleyMojo said...

again, keep Heir 2 away from the chocolat.

Dark Garden said...

Oh man... That is the grosest cookie I have ever seen...

....AND THAT'S COMING FROM ME!!!

Dark Garden said...

Hey anonymous dude...

Why are you saying dumb and somewhat aggresive statements like, "I know where you live...?"

sisiggy said...

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...