Cobbling My Cristmas Cookies

   The pictures of those HOLIDAY cookies are so beautiful-Look at any magazine or the yearly Christmas books with the stories, poems, and delightful recipes;  you'll see perfectly picturesque cookies and candy all laid out on fine china platters- Furthermore, turn on the television to the cooking shows or watch Martha Stwart if she's still doing her show. Those women never have flour all over themselves or the floor. Their clothes are spic and span and their hands free of butter.

That's how I expect it to be every year. My husband will walk in the door, kiss me, and grab a cookie. Are you kidding? He came in the door all right, but you should have seen his face. It turned white! I had to ask him if he was going to compliment me on the bumpy sugar cookies, nicely sprinkled with green sugar. I said, "Don't you  want to taste one?"

  I couldn't help it if I got mixed up and added water instead of oil or that the floor had flour all over...or that he had to sweep it up. I said, "You wonder why I don't bake more. You haven't even said how good they look or how scrumptious they taste." And that's the honest truth.

 Next I tried making  wedding balls with pecans. Even I had to admit that they tasted funny-A little rancid or whatever.  This time around he put one in his mouth and said "Mum - Yummy!"  Guess what?  All of them are still on the utility tray. 

On the next batch, I put all the ingredients in the bowl; before reading the recipe! The dough for those went down the drain! So today I made these oatmeal jobs with chips and raisins and nuts and m n' n's. They would have been fine except that they fell apart. 

    ...My problem is that my mind is on writing a Christmas story where it snows and a little girl comes to visit her grandma at Christmas and they bake cookies. 

 Merry Christmas.