Seeing as all the Christmas decorations were up, we thought it was a good time to start in on the Christmas cookies while Mom was still around. Reese needed to be restrained continually as he wanted to dive right in. His job was to fork out the balls on the sheet, and he was so intent on doing a good job that he would try to push the ball straight through the table with the fork, shaking from the exertion.
Erika's job was to roll the balls, which quite often turned into tube steaks. Tasty nonetheless, but we didn't wrap them up for the friends (if there were any) and neighbours (we do have those, and are continually reminded by nasty notes about the kids):
Erika's job was to roll the balls, which quite often turned into tube steaks. Tasty nonetheless, but we didn't wrap them up for the friends (if there were any) and neighbours (we do have those, and are continually reminded by nasty notes about the kids):
The kids enjoyed the end product. They were the flakiest shortbread cookies ever, crumbling in your hands because the butter has a different consistency over here. Or something like that. Like butter has a consistency. So now we add more flour. Jodi says it is wateryer over here. The butter that is.
I suppose that wasn't really the end product. I forgot about the decorating (with cut-up fruit rind, weird). Reese got his full complement of sugar, along with his fruits and vegetables servings for the day:The first of many cookie projects turned out pretty well, and it was good to have Mom around to help and enjoy.
Jeff and Jodi
Jeff and Jodi
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