I’m going to a cookie exchange on Saturday morning. Cookies, cookies, cookies!
It sounds great on paper: You make 12 batches of a single type of cookie. You take them to the Cookie Exchange and trade your one type of cookie for 12 different types of cookies. What a Christmas Nirvana!
But wait—screech the record to a halt. There’s a problem: if you want to get 12 batches of assorted cookies, you have to make 12 batches of cookies. Blech. Every year, much like how women forget the pain of childbirth, I forget the pain of making 12 batches of cookies.
Tonight I started on the 12 batches of Chocolate Bolacha (which is sort of like cookies, only there are crackers involved) and realized to my horror that I cannot make Chocolate Bolacha without eating it. Just can’t be done.
So, I made the executive decision to eat the first batch. I’ll have to head to the store for more ingredients to replace the batch I’m eating, but it’s soooo worth it. Here’s a picture of the first batch cooling in the freezer.
Also, see the Monkey Bread? I’ll bet you don’t have Monkey Bread in your freezer. I’d never heard of it until Vince and Gail and their 42 kids came to dinner one night and brought Monkey Bread for dessert. It’s good to have bizarre friends who bring you bizarre desserts.
And then, horror of horrors, I realized that not only do I have to make the 12 batches of Chocolate Bolacha, but I also have to bring a breakfast dish to share.
I hate breakfast food. Well, I make an exception for sugary cereals. But, oatmeal? Slimy. Bacon? Gross. Eggs? Slimy and gross. For breakfast I eat leftovers from the previous night’s dinner. For the cookie exchange I announced that I would bring leftover tuna noodle casserole, but at the last minute I thought better of it and changed it to milk and cereal.
And then, horror piling upon horror, it was announced today that now we’re supposed to bring a White Elephant gift to exchange. Huh? Where am I going to find a white elephant at this late date? Sheesh. All this work for 12 stinkin’ batches of cookies.
(Batches? Batches? We don’t need no stinkin’ batches!)
Picture of the day. We got a little bit of snow today.