As a kid, I apprenticed under a master Christmas cookie maker. Every year during the holidays, I would watch in awe as a dear family friend and neighbor made dozens and dozens of cookies to share with us (and have us over for a cookie decorating party, too). So I’m a little embarrassed to share this pic with you today. Last week I made gingerbread cookies and planned to bring them to a holiday party on Friday night. I waited until Friday mid-day to frost and decorate them - and it shows. This was my first attempt. I looked at them and thought, “I can’t bring these! I can’t even let my kids eat them. The cookies look like ghosts and they will get nightmares!” Luckily I stopped this madness after frosting half the cookies this way and opted for a style that was easier on the eye. This second attempt got my approval to bring to the party, but by a nose. Although not that much better, at least they didn’t scare anyone.
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my sister Sara and I laughed at these. I helped her daughter make a gingerbread house last week and although it's full of candy and delights, it was a mess. Well, I think any kids will eat your ghosts - er gingerbread anyday, :)
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