Christmas is Coming and I'm Threatening to Bake

The halls are decked here at Blognut Manor. The tree is up, the lights are lit, and the air is filled with the smell of… chili. You heard me. That’s the smell. And I daresay it smells better around here now than it probably will smell tomorrow. Welcome to Sunday night football in December.

I know what you were hoping. You wanted me to say that I’d been baking oddly shaped cookies with red and green frosting and all manner of sprinkly sparkles. I hear ya’. I’ll get to it in the next week or two. There will be cookies. There will be cranberry bread. There will be fudge. Why? Because that’s what we do. We bake that shit every year, but we never eat it all. Aside from The Boy, we blognuts aren’t big sweet eaters.

We save the prettiest cookies to put on trays when we go to parties, and I take the ugly ones to work. Those people don’t care if they eat ugly, so long as they eat. And let me tell you when The Boy gets to decorating cookies, he uses every single available color, sprinkle, sparkle, and candy on every cookie. We end up with sprinkly, sparkly dinosaur egg-colored cookies. Honest. The cookies he decorates come out taupe because all of the colors blend together, and then he sprinkles them half to death. So I’d just like to say that I’m grateful for my co-workers at Bumblefuck Bank & Trust, because they eat all the ugly cookies.

Me? I eat the cookie dough.