There is some sick similarity between Ironman, marathons, and cut-out cookies and it is this: after each event, I am likely to say to myself and anyone nearby, "Remind me to never, Never, NEVER do this again!"
But time goes by, the pain subsides, I forget my promises, start click click clicking around on the internet, and get tempted by what others are doing.
I keep seeing the most darling snowflake cookies! And so, having already made most of my inexpensive, easy to churn out recipes for this weekend's bake sale, I foolishly decided to give snowflakes a try.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The only smart thing I did was to mix a half recipe, instead the full one. Impossibly difficult to deal with, I threw most of the dough away and ended up with only seven - count them ladies and gentlemen - SEVEN cookies that more resembled daisies than snowflakes. Ah, I thought brightly, not yet discouraged, a little royal icing and they will look festive and snowy! Baloney.
I am sticking with these. And if I ever say I'm making anything else, please wop me upside the head.