Cookie Surgery

Since the cookie party is tomorrow, I figured little people aren't going to have a lot of patience waiting for cookies to bake, or to cool, so I've made two loads ahead for those who just have to get their fat little starfish hands in the colored icing, sprinkles, sanding sugars, and all those other Martha Stewart doodads.  It's been a real revelation (duh) that some of the cookie cutters I inherited from mom are OLD as fire, and sort of a mish mash of holidays.  I have some Easter rabbits in with the Christmas ones so I think after this year, I'm hiking it to Sur la Table or W-S, and buying myself some new gear.  Mom's still work, sort of, but here's the deal:  the angel who is supposed to be blowing her horn, when cooked, looks like she's pouring water, and when the reindeer is cooked, he looks like a flying dog....or, at least one of mine did.  I had to perform surgery on a few of them since they stuck in the cutter, and had to be assisted out, a la tooth pick.  One reindeer's head and body had to be surgically re-connected via a pat down, but he's fine now and will still work for the smalls.  They aren't real picky.

Last year, Hudson had so much fun with all the colored icings, he used the same spreader in lots of different colors.  Suddenly, a new color was born---Greige.  It just goes to show you how up tight we adults are... we all steered clear of it-- and he loved it-- and thought it was mahvelous.  This year Greige could really rock-- tomorrow he's bringing his Star Wars cookie cutters.  May the Force be with us.