1. Once upon a time, I thought to myself, “Self, what are you going give your friends for Christmas? You are poor, lazy, and busy. This is not conducive to gift purchasing.” Soon after that thought, I remembered that I enjoy baking. So I decided to bake.
And bake I did.
AUUUUGGGGGGHHHH. This isn’t even all of it. Between December 6 and 16, I made ten (TEN) different desserts. For those of you keeping score, that’s a lot of desserts. I made:
Rocky Mountain avalanche bars
Oreo peppermint bark
Peppermint crunch puppy chow
Peanut butter blossoms
Chewy lemon cookies
Chocolate peppermint wedding cookies
Deep Dark Chocolate Cookies
I didn’t keep close tabs on the cookie count, but when all was said and done, I made about 22 dozen cookies. 22 DOZEN. That’s 264 cookies. That’s a lot of cookies. And that’s only the cookies. Not the bars/bark/chow. I don’t recommend it, unless you have the ability to take an entire day off work to bake. I did not have that ability.
Granted, this was all my own fault. No one forced me to make any of these things. It’s not that I didn’t like doing it, either, but man, was I OVER washing my Pyrex bowls by the time I finished this whole process on Monday.
2. While doing all this baking, I played Christmas playlists from Songza to put me in the spirit. I have now decided that “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” is, without competition, the worst Christmas song. Even worse than “Christmas Shoes,” which is a song so terrible it deserves its own category of terribleness. The implications of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”…! I don’t care if the man plans to sleep on the concrete floor in the basement while his female companion (did you know in the score, the man is referred to as the wolf and the woman as the mouse? How’s that for predatory undertones…) sleeps in the plushest of king size beds on the second floor (which, based on his comment that her lips are “delicious,” is probably not his intention). If the woman wants to leave, you let her leave, no matter how cold or snowy it is! You do not get her drunk, you do not reinforce the erroneous thought that no means yes: you. let. her. go. home. GAH. This song just fills me with feminist rage, and if it was banned from every Christmas playlist ever, I would not shed a single tear.
3. And on that happy note, this is mostly likely it from me in Blogland for the next week or so. We’ll see how bored I get at home But just in case I don’t pop in here between now and Christmas, I hope you all have a wonderful, restful holiday filled with lots of love and joy. And cookies.
Have you done any Christmas baking this season?
What’s your favorite/least favorite Christmas song? Not gonna lie, I really like “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.” It’s just so SASSY. I love the sass.