A serious labor of love and a tradition that im really proud of, obviously because my decorating skills are top notch. I thought it was something that ran in the family but then I watched my guy cousins attempt to frost cookies and they just broke the arms and legs off a gingerbread man and made it Mr. hankie the Christmas poo ( ok I just thought that over and its still really cool, but my point is I could still ice a better xmas poo.) Thats one of my biggest pet peeves is when kids cant decorate cookies and still try to. when theyre 5 and they substitute frosting for spit and booger sprinkles, and no area has gone untouched or unlicked.
Since weve been doing this tradition since birth, rach and i can really predictable in her methods and what aggravates her throughout the the process and we get yelled at plenty...
“NOT TOO thick!” when rolling out the dough and then she puts her eyes down at table level and taps the areas we need to roll out.
If you don’t start to cookie cut from the edges and plop a cutter in the middle she gives you the overtheglasses stare.
“we don’t need red icing! Itll look pink and stupid!”
"Yuuup, that’s an eater"
Says "DRAGEEEES" in a low long drawn out French accent.
"What are you going to do with that many Californias? it looks like a sock!"
the dough holes from the wreath... She will never understand why we like them.
But most of all she does some really great piping herself, I mean I cant pick on her too much because she taught me all her tricks. Shes just tickled that the family tradition wont die, even rachels good at it now.sprinkle bomber.
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