Holiday Baking gone wild

I fear that is what is going to happen to us this weekend. I am starting my baking tonight. I am the official cookie maker for many houses.

Don't you dare try to make cookies. My very impressive cookie tray will run your measly poorly baked cookies right to the trash. Fear me lesser cookie trays......

Ok. So I am a dork. That is my new favorite word by the way. Why you may ask. Hmmm. Not really sure. It just is. For now.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand. This year I have decided to really let my Belle help me make cookies. I may regret this decision quickly but I am determined to let her help.

I really have unintentionally made others give up trying to bake Christmas cookies. I make spritz, sugar, chocolate chip, m&m, snowballs, peanut blossoms (with the Hershey kisses), gribay, and any other I feel like throwing in. I make many many many dozen of each.

I generally will put together a tray to give to my elderly neighbor next door, my sister's house on Christmas Eve, my sister-in-law's house on Christmas Day, J's work, my work, and whoever else needs a quick gift. And I still have tons left over.

The best part is that once I make all of these I don't really want to eat them. Don't get me wrong I do eat some but I don't crave them like I think I would if I didn't do all of the work.
And if I must say so myself they are usually very yummy. I learned well from my grandma how to bake.

Just don't ask me to cook. I can but I don't like to.

So happy baking to all who bake and to all who bake good night. (can you name the reference even though I changed the words a bit?)