When I got the email the first thoughts that popped into my head? Frosting. Sprinkles. And Christmas. Dude … It’s on. It’s raining … there’s traffic … but it’s on.
I had never heard of a cookie decorating party or a cookie exchange. I had heard of a pizza party, a tamale making party and tamale exchange party, but never a cookie decorating party. I need to read more Parenting-Martha Stewart-Home Crafting magazines. Well … not really. They don’t have a sports section.
But in any case the craftiness of the party was sweet and I can’t believe that this idea had never occurred to me before. I mean considering my undying love for all things sweet and chocolatey I should have known. But it was all good, my friend Margaret schooled me, and she probably added a couple of pounds in the process as well. But no worries. I have stretchy pants. They’re called sweats. I don’t care what Vogue or Fashion Runway people say, they’re essential to the food lover. Some people go upscale and use yoga pants. I have those too, but c’mon now, let’s stop playing these games. Yoga pants after a cookie party? Dude. No yoga going on here just vegging out and catching up on some Law & Order Special Victims Unit. But all the cookie guilt may lead me to do some sit-ups, but not tonight.
Tonight I reminisce and think of all the tasty sweets. And tonight starts with one cookie.
First rule of cookie parties … bring a couple of dozens. So my cookie of choice … Oatmeal Cranberry White Chocolate Chunk. I’m surprised they made it there in one piece.
With my friend in a new house and me accidentally driving to the old one, we got to the party a little late. But it was all good, they had the spread waiting for us.
In the midst of all the frosting and sprinkles I decided to check out the cookies that my other friends brought.
This raspberry cookie bar had me at hello. I must have eaten five at the table and taken a couple more to go. It was my moral imperative. I needed more fruit in my diet today. I only had like one grape in the morning.
After all the taste testing I decided to check on my son’s cookie creation skills. He was on top of it.
His favorite was the green M&M Christmas tree.
However once he was finished with the decorating process, he took a bite out of every cookie. When I told him not to because I thought we were going to share our creations with others, his response was: “I have to. I won’t know what the cookie taste like if I don’t mom. Sometimes they need more M&Ms. Sometimes more sprinkles. I need to make sure.”
In the end, it was all right because everyone had plenty of frosted sugar cookies to go around.
The masters at work … creating more.
I even got into the mix and created my own cookie magic. It was a goner on the way home. A victim to traffic.
This one was a goner too. Traffic and cookies just don’t mix.
My friend also had some awesome homemade guacamole with a hint of green tomatillos, which I would have taken a picture of, but I was too busy eating and my phone ran out of memory space. I tell you … stretchy pants … they’re making a comeback tonight.
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