Today I spent seven fucking hours baking gingerbread cookies. And you know what? I loved it. I'm not sure if Gingerbread Cookies are one of those desserts you believe in Sarah, but I hope they are. A lot of people get all weirded out when I bite the heads off of them, but come on, is it any better than slowly snapping off each limb one by one? At least this way you put them out of their misery faster.
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A feast from Feist. I love it! MMM, they look delish. Save me one, ok.
Those look delicious and are inspiring me to work on some baking projects myself. Lately I've just been knitting. And getting paid to undress women. It's been a strange week.
Absolutely delicious! and the cookies look cool too!
x Robert
Matt: Will do, sug!
Rusty: Wow, nice job. Hmmm, actually, now that you mention it...nah, I'll save that for later.
Robert: Aww, thanks Robert Sweetie!
This adorable AND you bake? *sigh* I think I might have a little crush on you. And your awesome hoodie!
Awww, look at you, baking up a storm and wearing my favourite hoodie (you back the fuck offa that hoodie, Lainey -- Jeremy's willing it to me when he dies).
I do indeed believe in gingerbread things, especially little iced men whose heads you can bite off. Yum!
But your Gingerbread men are not anatomically correct! Then you could bite both heads off! ;)
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