we’re all cookied out. I never thought it could happen. the cookie monsters in my house have cried “no more cookies, please!”

I sat down the other day to calculate, and I came up with a rough figure of 45. that’s dozen. 45 dozen cookies that have crossed my table, on their way to many, many recipients. there were peanut butter blossoms, cuernitos, mississippi muds, sugar canes, and peppermint sandwich cookies. we also had pretzel hugs, peppermint bark, buckeyes, chocolate covered pretzels and cashew bark.

my kitchen sure did smell good, though!