Liveblogging: Gingerbread 2010

6:49 pm: I have popped the first batch of twelve semi-circular-ish cookies into the preheated oven. The oven is super preheated because I ran into some.. ah.. issues in the cookie dough preparation stage. Namely, the fact that I don't have any flour to prevent the cookie dough from sticking to.. um.. everything.

Also, I broke the rolling pin. Let's see how these monstrosities come out in... 6 more minutes.



6:55: I somehow managed to cut my thumb? What the heck? Don't worry, it's not bleeding. Repeat: it is not bleeding. The cookies are safe.

7:02: Second batch is a go. I am like a well-oiled machine, zooming my way through makeshift cookie cutters and wooden spoons.

7:10: Third batch is in, second is out. Upstairs neighbors were fighting but seem to have stopped. the delicious smell of Christmas wafting up through the floorboards must have quieted them.



7:13: Nope, I was wrong, they're still fighting. And stomping!

7:21: Fourth batch is in, the cookies haphazardly slung across the baking tin where once they were lined up with military-like precision.

7:29(ish?): I lost track of when I put the fifth group in, but they're there, toasting. Sacrificially.

7:36: Sixth and second to last group is in! I see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it looks like cinnamon and spice and everything that's adequate for Christmas cheer.

7:39: Burnt my thumb. Baking is dangerous, people.

7:45: Very last cookie is in. Made it out of the very last remnants of dough. It's probably going to taste the best. That's kind of life.

7:47: Decorating time. All right.

8:03: I am tired of decorating. Also, of cookies.



8:19: I never thought I would see the day. Or the hour, maybe? But I have! I am finished! Done! I left some cookies undecorated for those health nuts. Other than that, here they are.

They're like an army.