I have a riddle for you. What do you get when you tell your sugar-crazed husband to put small drops of dough on the cookie sheet? Answer:That’s right. One really huge cookie. Actually, three; three really huge cookies. I should have gotten 72 cookies out of that doubled batch, but instead, I got 3. I had to take a pizza cutter to them.
Yesterday was our annual cookie exchange at the North Texas GIG meeting. There were some excellent cookies. (But, as usual, there were some that were less than desirable.) But we had a good time, and ate a few too many cookies. Just look at that spread!