These cookies were made by yours truly. Now for those who know me well, know that I don't make cookies. I have brought up my children with the notion that only grandmothers make cookies. I make bread, by hand, without a bread machine. (I'm kind of famous in our little neck of the woods for my homemade bread). I cook. When were a working farm I cooked three times a day. My spaghetti sauce has won blue ribbons more than once. But cookies I do not make.
But yesterday I thought that I would make a batch of cookies. I have been laying around here for three weeks with this bad back and I am tired of laying around. Beware of me when I am bored.
Fortunately I think that I have gotten the cookie urge out and I will go back to something that I know.
Tomorrow I have to make white bread and oatmeal molasses bread. The sausage bread is in the oven now. Mary-Kate and Matthew have made all kinds of other cookies so we are all ready for Christmas.