Christmas. The day where you eat homemade butterscotch cookies and chocolate tiger butter squares for every meal and nobody can tell you it's not healthy since they're doing it, too. The day where you sit at home around the fireplace, all cozy in your robes and slippers, baggy warm clothes, while sipping apple cider and chatting amongst your equals with soft, hush voices. It's the day where memories are brought back from the dusty books that covered them for so long. A holiday so strong, so sweet, so positively filled with tender, happy thoughts and positively scrumptious instances. Merry Christmas!
I made a ton of delicious cookies this week: five-dozen chocolate chip, five-dozen butterscotch and oatmeal, lots of hand decorated sugar cookies, two-dozen peanut butter cup, a few-dozen peanut butter, plus three sheets of tiger butter. I had fun making them (and eating most of the dough).
I made a ton of delicious cookies this week: five-dozen chocolate chip, five-dozen butterscotch and oatmeal, lots of hand decorated sugar cookies, two-dozen peanut butter cup, a few-dozen peanut butter, plus three sheets of tiger butter. I had fun making them (and eating most of the dough).
Our dog also had fun at his first Christmas. He gnawed on the shiny wrapping paper then flopped down on it, too weary from playing all day with our grandparents' poodles. He fell asleep quickly and was soon buried under many sheets of wrapping paper.
Oh my gosh. That looks super delicious:)
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