The Sugar Cookie Insanity Part 2

Fast forward from the flour disaster to a few days later. My sweet husband...who by the way got a good laugh at my expense when he was told about the dough issues I had...asked when I was going to cook those cookies. (This man LOVES frosted sugar cookies, so when I only make them once a year or so, he's very anxious to get them cooked and frosted.)

I set aside another day to cook ALL the dough. I just wanted it over with and I don't want to look at dough again after this. So, I got all ready and thought it would just be easier to slice off the dough and cook it all round. Well...NO, that would make me Mrs. Scrooge or something, if all the cookies didn't resemble some significant Christmas shape.

Yes, I rolled out and used cookie cutters on all twenty-five million tons of dough. Right when I got started I had told my mom about this debacle with the dough and she was laughing so hard. She said I should blog about this. (Certainly so she can show it to her friends and everyone could get a good laugh at my expense...oh well. Bring on the laughter).

Anyway, at the beginning of my baking, I decided that I would make my own day by counting exactly how many cookies I would make. That way I could be the winner of the dough, the woman who made a million sugar cookies...like, "remember that Christmas when Mom made a ton of sugar cookies?" Yep, I was going to chronicle this.

So, I kept a count of every single cookie that was cut and decorated. See my lovely tick mark sheet? I taped it to the wall and kept track of every pan that came out of that hot oven.

Grand total?

THREE-HUNDRED EIGHTY-ONE!!!!

And that is with about 3 pounds of dough that is still in my freezer. Yay me.

 

Now, you might be asking...how does one make frosting for over 300 cookies?

 

ONE stinkin batch at a time. I wasn't about to be in a cloud of powdered sugar. Nope. We were going to do this in shifts.

 

But do it we did. We frosted, delivered, ate, and enjoyed 381 sugar cookies. Jacob's class got some, Abby's class got some, Jackson's class got some, David's work got some, the sisters at church I visit got some, the families from church that we visit got some. The kids took them in their lunches, and David had all he could want.

 

 Notice the pizza box on the table? On baking day, there was no other cooking, preparing or messing with food in this kitchen. The Dominoes man was called in for reinforcements. Ha ha.

 Cutting cookies and eating them at the same time...skills.

 

 

I knew we were in the thick of sugar cookie decorating season when I was trying to figure out why my 10 month old baby boy had little colored dots all over his feet. Yep, he was stepping on all the food-colored sprinkles that were ALL over the floor, and he was left with a rainbow of colored dots on his little sweet feet.

 

We are done. A few sugar cookies remain, un-frosted. They are the remainder of the insanity, but there will be NO MORE frosting. So there they sit, kind of haunting me; a reminder of the many reasons why my kids will have killer memories of the holidays...and why I should never, ever do this again.

 

Happy holiday baking! I'll be in the bacon isle.