Right now it’s 7:30 am and we’ll be leaving shortly to drive the hell that is 95 North. With luck it can take 6 hours, more likely it will take 9 to 13 hours.
Last night I was up until 1, making cookies. I start up every year happy and excited that I’m going to make really great cookies. I tried a new recipe for gingerbread that I saw on TV where people were raving about how good they were. It appears the secret is using Chinese Five Spice.
I had prepared the dough the night before so all I had to do was cut out the little men. Tons of flour, (all over the place). First cutouts all stuck to the quartz countertop and had to be rolled out again. I started crying. It was 8 pm and I just started. Every surface in the kitchen that I had to touch, (counter surfing) from the island to refrigerator to stove, and also my walker handles covered in flour, the floor too.
I had started late because I had to finish wrapping presents. Pete was off and being a drill sergeant. Regardless I was and still am exhausted, my legs aren’t moving well, (I’m shuffling).
Anyway the cookies didn’t come out great, a lot of them still had flour on them. They tasted good, like gingerbread, they do have a different nice spice taste. I have no time to decorate and I’m not proud to give them to anyone.
I told Pete to NEVER let me make cookies again because every year it’s a disaster.
Merry Christmas 🎄