A few of us were bitching through Facebook about being too busy and having no time to bake holiday cookies. For many years, I would tackle this project as a lone soldier and spend the whole day at it. My boys turned into stealth ninjas to swipe a cookie every now and then. They were like the wind.
Then idea's started getting tossed around and the rest is history. It went from "I have recipes" to "Oh, lets do our hair to lets get cool aprons". Next phase I headed out shopping hanging out in the baking and wine aisle. They really should put those aisles next to each other, would make more sales of wine I'm sure. We were really looking forward to us girls catching up and making cookies.
Our theme ended up being retro, along the lines of Rockabilly. I managed to find enough bobby pins and handkerchiefs for all our up-do's, kind of like Rosie the Riveter. Our aprons reflected the era and added to the excitement.
Our Baking Day turned out to be one of the most memorable events that I have ever put on. We baked, frosted and decorated hundreds of cookies and laughed through it all. It's amazing how creative you can get when alcohol is involved.
We started around 10am and did not finish until after 10pm, completely exhausted and more than a bit tipsy. Cookies in this picture may not be PG. (You've been warned) Yes, those are penis and boobie cookies.
On the counter was a severely beaten up vegetable and cheese tray, empty wine bottles pushed together, frosting covered wine glasses, corks and frosting bags drying up. Cookies sheets with remnants of cookie crumbles piled in the corner, the floor riddled with nonpareils and sprinkles. It was over. We all laughed and joked as our husbands gathered up their tipsy wives and edible goodies. I'm the last one standing gazing over the destruction and mutter "best day ever" as I shut the lights off. Now it was time for the careful removal of hair pins in hair that was sticky with copious amounts of hairspray. My flour matted apron had taken it's toll and was finally taken off. My husband helps me lay down as I'm completely exhausted and slighted buzzed. I curl up with my pillow and all I could smell was the lingering aroma of royal icing.
It was an exhausting but, one of the most memorable experiences I have ever experienced.
Thank you for a wonderful memorable day Cat, Whitney, Adrienne, and Kelly.
Not all of our men are featured here, but a VERY big shout out to all the husbands for being at our beck and call and with cameras ready. Running for sugar, more wine, real food, taking care of kids and most of all supporting their crazy wives and their silliness. Thanks, Tom, Eric, Evan, Phil and Nick.
Merry Christmas
