Friday, August 19, 2011

bakefest '11

The title might be somewhat deceiving--sorry marijuana legalization readers--this post is not what you are expecting.

On Wednesday night Jon had to work until close so I went to my parent's house. At the last minute I decided we should bake cookies. Lots and lots of cookies. Big sister joined us and merriment ensued.

Bananas foster cookies!!

Pumpkin whoopie pies!!

Sugar cookies...

...on sticks!!!

Oh, there was also the appearance of two burns. On my arm. Because I'm awesome like that I have really poor depth perception.
Burn 1: it looks much worse today.
Burn 2
Burn 1 was received as I placed cookies into the oven. As a result I reflexed (and yelled "OW!!") and received Burn 2 from the oven door. Then I cried a lot and my mom freaked out and my sister laughed and said, "pictures for your blog!" I love my quirky family.

We literally baked and decorated for 4 hours. I was exhausted and muscle groups I didn't even know I had were sore. When I was driving home that night I think I made someone's life a bit brighter, though: I offered the toll booth lady a cookie pop. After a second with a confused look on her face she said, "that would be really nice actually." So I gave her one and she said, "You made this?!!?" Ego boost. When I got home I also gave our downstairs neighbor cookies, and when Jon came home from work he ate probably 7. But that's not saying much because that boy is a living, breathing cookie monster.