False Professions (Not like a fake job. More like a fake claim)

First I must give a shout-out to my friend, Liz.  Every year she makes 37 (or so) different kinds of Christmas cookies to share with friends and colleagues.  Thirty-seven kinds!  She's currently up to 24.  I'm currently (and finally) up to one.

I know I professed to being a non Christmas cookie baker but I came across some cookie cutters I couldn't resist.  That damn fancyflours catalogue always sucks me in.  Not only did I make Christmas cookies, I used sparkly sugar!  I usually despise sparkly sugar.  I'm not really into sparkly anything though I do have fond memories of sparkles (not the edible kind) covering my furniture after the obligatory high school dance pictures were taken at my house.  Sparkles left behind by lovely young ladies on their way to sparkle at the dance.

Hopefully the friends with whom I share these cookies will now have a fond memory of sparkles too.






And then there is that test color that goes badly wrong.  So wrong you just can't leave it alone.  So wrong you're really kind of...awed by it.  So wrong you must...not...can't...look...away...

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!