My Gram used to spend Xmas with us. My parents were usually working at one of their two-each jobs. Gram would organize us kids into a three-day Xmas sweet shop bakery in our kitchen. We’d make cookies, pies, sweet bread rolls. To this day, when ever I bake cookies I am transported back to those epic smell-good, feel-good memories.
No cookies – no cake – can’t eat any of it – will go going to sister-in-law for Christmas Day dinner and will not eat anything (in the literal sense) while there – just sip diet soda – as there is nothing that I am allowed to eat – salt, fat, cheese, carbs – she used to have a main course, but she no longer does and that was all I could eat. She also never notices that I don’t eat anything.
Templo S.U.D. over 4 years ago
Qué será, será.
Michael G. over 4 years ago
For us, it was peeling spuds.
WCraft Premium Member over 4 years ago
It’s all about the taste.
S&C = Dismayed&Depressed over 4 years ago
My Gram used to spend Xmas with us. My parents were usually working at one of their two-each jobs. Gram would organize us kids into a three-day Xmas sweet shop bakery in our kitchen. We’d make cookies, pies, sweet bread rolls. To this day, when ever I bake cookies I am transported back to those epic smell-good, feel-good memories.
bryan42 over 4 years ago
I made about 10 dozen cookies just yesterday. Not Christmas cookies, though, just flour-free peanut butter and good ole’ chocolate chip.
bakana over 4 years ago
My mother didn’t Trust us not to burn down the house if we’d tried Baking anything.
mafastore over 4 years ago
No cookies – no cake – can’t eat any of it – will go going to sister-in-law for Christmas Day dinner and will not eat anything (in the literal sense) while there – just sip diet soda – as there is nothing that I am allowed to eat – salt, fat, cheese, carbs – she used to have a main course, but she no longer does and that was all I could eat. She also never notices that I don’t eat anything.