11.08.2006

COOKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brrrrrrrr....It's getting cold here and everyone knows what that means...

The Cookie Mavens are back in action!! (Cue the theme song!!)


First of all, for anyone who hasn't read last year's cookie adventures, start out with
the rules .

Second of all, be careful who you try this with - not eveyone is cut out to be a Cookie Maven. We gals have cast iron constitutions, hardcore baking chops and a hatrd of skinny people. Plus, after working together for eight years, we are a team that has been hardened in the twin fires of planning and execution. And we are insane. That helps too.

We had our first meeting last Sunday - that first meeting always starts with a review of the previous year...
Our conclusions?
  1. We made too damn many cookies. Again.
  2. While people SAY they like gingerbread men - they lie. They like looking at gingerbread men, not eating them.
  3. People really want chocolate chip cookies and snickerdoodles - but they can kiss our butts. Added snickerdoodles to the list of forbidden cookies just to piss off a certain assistant manager.
  4. We need to eat fewer cookies and give more to others. Our waistlines will thank us in January.
Wait a minute - I'll be right back..someone is at the door... (hold music)

Hi - This is Anthony, Rosie's husband. I got our daughter to knock at the door - that will keep Rosie busy for a moment.

NO MORE OF THOSE DAMN SUGAR COOKIES. NO COOKIES WITH ROYAL ICING. NO CUTE COOKIES - I DON'T NEED COOKIES THAT LOOK LIKE LAMBS OR STARS OR WHATEVER. I DON'T NEED THAT CRAP. SPEAKING OF CRAP - THAT IS WHAT ROYAL ICING TASTES LIKE!!!! I WANT CHOCOLATE AND NUTS - NO DAMN RAISINS.

Gotta go...

2 comments:

Glenna said...

Snort! That's hilarious! Are you sure that was your husband or did my husband sneak to your house to type that? They might be the same man.

Gail said...

Hi All;

Sorry Glenna you'll have to keep your crumb snatchin, cookie eating husband, that was definitely Tony, I'd know that typing anywhere. He's big & he's crazy and he doesn't scare us cookie broads a bit. We'll be bakin' what we're bakin' and he'll eat them. I've been punished for my husband's sneakin ways and we don't want to punish Rosie so we just ingore hers. This year I have a son who moved in with us, due to his inability to find work in Michigan. He found a job right away but can't seem to locate an apartment, there's about 2,000 right next door. Reminds me of why we left Michigan. Couldn't get the grown kids to move out so we sold the house and moved to another state. We really thought that would work but they are leaking back into our lives one at a time. Good thing we love them a lot or we'd be pickin another state. We got a good line up this year though, and we cut back by about 600 dozen so we should only net about 400 pounds of cookies to find munchers for this year. The real problem is once we get to bakin' we find more recipies we want to try, then we find we have about 2.5 extra seconds of time left before cookie day and begin again. So far the only complaint has been that we have too many cookies. If that's the worst complaint we get I'm not too worried. Then there's David (the come back kid) he can put away cookies at a pretty good clip add that new job and we have a whole new group of people to inundate with batches of our tast bud ticklin crumblies MUUUHAHAHAHAHA. OK GIRLS LETS GET ON THE PONIES AND RIDE!!! YEE HAA!! Love YA'ALL Gail.