Archive for December, 2011
I have a job outside of baking and cooking…but it still deals with food. Surprise, Surprise. I’ll let you use your intellect to figure out where (hint hint).
<–That would be my BIG smile. The cheesin’ kind with big gums and all (how embarrassing, right?).
It’s the Christmas season. My name is {Baking} Holly…oh the jokes. “Deck the halls with bells of holly…..” OR my personal favorite, “Have a holly jolly Christmas….”. Welcome back to middle school.
Let’s grab a pan and make something. Right now I am relaxing in the Gatlinburg mountain area in my pajama pants. You know that commercial where that lady talks about how versatile her “yoga pants” are for sports but in reality she wears them because she loves the comfort ? Hi. I wear yoga pants even when I don’t do yoga (they stretch and I bake, hello).
When it comes to baking, Christmas is about putting on those stretchy pants and then going on a walk after dinner…or sitting on your bum and watching a movie. You know, bonding.
Let’s bond over some sugar cookies. They are pretty much the best sugar cookies I’ve ever made….with a dabble of icing poured over them. What more could anyone ask for? Let the bonding begin.
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Let’s be real. I have a hamster. A hamster named Stewart (Like Stuart Little, but obviously spelled differently). I introduced him to y’all here.
Well…here’s the thing. I kind of lost him for 46 hours. See, Stewart was “working out” on his wheel at 3 a.m. and I tried to take the wheel out. I mean, I shook the wheel before I took it out of his cage–that’s good enough, right? Wrong.
The next night (aka 24 hours later), we noticed Stewart wasn’t “working out” at his usual time (aka my bed time). So I huffed and puffed and checked on and him and lo and behold–Stewart was not in his cage. I moved every little pile of fluff to look for him. The little booger was Gone. Missing. Out of there. I was crushed.
I looked for him until 3 a.m. that night ( I had only laid down at 1:30 a.m. anyways…) and searched the house high and low. high. low. middle. ish. with a flashlight the next morning. Needless to say, I hadn’t slept very well that night with my baby Stew on the loose.
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