As you may or may not have picked up from my last two posts, I’m fairly shit at anything cooking wise. Not really, but my misadventures aren’t usually enjoyably edible. However, I can do eggless gingerbread cookies. That I can do.
With help from the Christmas spices and Dean Martin on repeat, I managed to not cause a complete disaster in the kitchen! There were a lot of “nonononoNO a TEASPOON” and “ohmYGOD that’s not butter” moments, but I got through them. And all on three hours of sleep! [NB NB NB DON’T ROMANTICISE UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOUR PLEASE GET THE CORRECT AMOUNT OF SLEEP I.E A BARE MINIMUM OF 5 HOURS]
Despite being a little crumbly initially, the dough worked itself out and I managed to take zero pictures of the cookies before they were baked. At this stage I should note that we have not a single cookie cutter in our house. Not even one. So, my humble butter knife and I did what we could.
The icing was a bit of a process, and I got the help from my little sister who was more keen on spreading intermittent fear rather than the joy that comes with the festive season.
All is well. Merry almost Christmas from me, and the chamomile tea that’s supposed to put me to bed tonight. 10 days til Christmas!
this is one of my favourite christmas-goes-punk versions of a christmas song. it’s also, in my opinion, ridiculously random.
Love and light,