baking

We are nearly prepared. Yes, PHE 2006 is just about to land on us, and land on us with this sickening, alcoholic *thump*.The RSVP list currently stands somewhere around 40. There will be thirteen people staying in our house alone. I have a fridge full of food, and I’m not done yet.

I have a sweater to finish knitting for Saturday—if I’m diligent, I will finish tonight.

In my brain, the storm-signal flags are at ‘PHE hurricane warning’ level: instead of black-on-red squares, blue-on-white squares with little penguins at the bottom. Not to mention the little dusty white fingerprints from the all-purpose flour I’ve been going through like water.

Oatmeal cookies? Check.
Gingerpeople? Check.
Molasses spice cookies? Tomorrow.
Chocolate chip cookies? Not gonna bother until Saturday and Sunday.

Yep, gingerpeople. They’re androgynous, chubby little things. Yet strangely delicious when you bite their little heads off. (Remember, if you don’t give the cookies mouths, they can’t scream when you do that.)

Perhaps I should classify this as Official Cooking Week on domesticat.net. It certainly seems to be what’s occupying my waking time. Today, especially; I think I’ve finally conquered gingerbread. I tasted one of the gingerbread-humans I baked, and they’re yummy. Dark, spicy, but soft.