Having baked til I almost dropped again today, I must flashback to December 2000, when I had a supervisor overseeing my holiday cookie creation activities.
As you can see, it was a messy endeavor, and everyone that year was treated to extra sprinkles.
Catherine and I had a great time. Later that day as I recounted the effort for my mother on the phone, I mentioned that although fun, it had been a loooooong day.
My mother confessed that when my sister, Traci, and I were little and wanted to “help” make the sugar cookies, she sometimes threw away the rest of the dough when we weren’t looking, lest she lose her last shred of sanity.
No need to throw away dough here. My former supervisor has left production … and promoted herself to quality control. 😉