I thought I’d lost my holiday spirit.
I was beginning to worry.
But then I found it.
And then I ate it.
Well, not all of it. I had accomplices; my fellow diabetics-waiting-to-happen, Lauri and Jen.
Please ignore the unadorned cookie at the top that resembles a hand flipping the bird. It’s a hand flipping the bird which isn’t very festive. It was made especially for my husband by his restaurateur bud, Joe Rombi. It’s his and wife Lauri’s kitchen we used to shake and bake these puppies. It’s full of cool cooking stuff and monster-sized ranges and hulking refrigerators. Jen and I explored every single one. Laurie was patient but kept a close eye on us. We were, after all, searching for our Holiday Mojo and I’m sure she thought we’d catch something on fire or break the Robo Coupe machine that blends all the awesome I-talian food she’s always shoving our way which, of course, we’re obligated to eat since we usually pay for it. Oh, what a glorious day it was. The restaurant was closed and we had the place to ourselves. It was better than any grade school field trip I remember, that’s for sure.
We wore chef suits…..
Some of us needed help with the buttons. Sooooo complicated, you know.
I got mine buttoned on the first try because, well, I have superior kitchen skills and this is my blog and I said so.
Here is the nimble hand of the masterbeater whipping in the blue dye with lightning speed (It’s probably Laurie but I don’t want to name names). I did not know blue was a holiday color but it was Laurie’s place and we didn’t feel right pointing it out since she was being all nice to us and we were making a ridiculous mess. So… since this is my blog (did I mention that?) I’m going to say it now: Laurie, blue is not a Christmas color. I’m just sayin’!!!!
Wait! There’s more to this picture…..
Notice the lone spoon on the table smeared with the evidence left behind by some carbo-starved perp who thought it wouldn’t be noticed. This is how it starts, my friends. First it’s an innocent taste and then…..
Well… it’s sad. So very, very sad.
(But I’m getting help. It’s my ’09 resolution)
Just remember not to drink ALL the cupcake batter. Gotta have a little left over to bake!
And don’t forget to pay tribute to your favorite Rastafarian. R.I.P. Bob Marley.
Happy Holidays, y’all.
P.S. I love you Laurie and Jen! And Joe… even though you made a mockery of the holidays with your bad-finger cookie.