I bundled myself up and head out into the blustery, frigid day. My intention was to buy the pre-fab sugar cookie dough in the tube, but as I made my way through the store I had collected ingredients to bake from scratch. I felt my head for fever. Then, I thought perhaps all of this was a dream and I'd awaken in my warm cozy bed. Upon departing the store it was obvious that I was wide awake because the strong winds nearly had me falling backwards. Pushing the cart against the wind proved to be quite a workout.
Once I made it back home, I immediately turned on the oven and got to measuring and mixing. There was disappointment when I realized that not one cookie cutter was to be found. Duh! Why would there be any, moron!? You don't bake. A tumbler cup would provide circles and the squeeze tubes of sugar cookie frosting would have to be decoration enough. Sorry, no gingerbread boys or snowmen to grace the plate.
Just as the first batch was about to go in to the oven, Mancub arrived home. He was not only shocked to see me baking, but happy we'd get to decorate them together. It always does his heart good to hear that I'm not required to work the closing shift.
The tumbler used was quite large. Because of that, the quantity of cookies per batch was decreased, but oh boy, they were beautiful, chewy and delicious. Bigger is better, right? Am I right? Proudly I offered them to co-workers. While my coworkers are known for eating just about anything put on the table, I am confident their praises were honest.