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which_chick) wrote2005-03-23 10:10 pm
which_chick) wrote2005-03-23 10:10 pm
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Apparently the cookie recipe (sand tarts, by request) makes more than sixty cookies. I thought it made sixty cookies but I was wrong. It makes more than that. I ate about ten in the process of making them and there are still more than six dozen (72 cookies, for the slow-of-math) remaining. I will be mailing off fifty, which is what I promised to mail off -- after all, the good book told us that thou shalt not muzzle the ox what treadeth out the very very thin (Six to the inch! Go me!) crispity lemon-butter cookies, or words to that effect.
You're gonna look like an ox, you keep wolfing down butter cookies like that...
The last time I mailed these off, reports from the field were that they arrived in pieces. I do not want these to arrive in pieces. I know that they still taste the same and I suspect that the person getting them will not complain, but... dang. Broken cookies. Right now they're anal-retentively identical (no mean feat with so-thin-you-can-see-light-through-them butter cookies that burn in seconds), a balm for the souls of people like me. I don't WANT them broken.
As a concession to the demands of shipping, I made round ones this time instead of spade-shaped ones. The world didn't end, because this diversion from what was proper only took place in pursuit of the greater good of unbroken cookies. Also, I will revise my packing technique to see if I can get some of the cookies to arrive in an unbroken state. At xmas, my mother reported that the moravian spice cookies emerged from the shipping experience whole and undamaged even though the sand tarts were pretty beaten up. I bet the moravians use some kind of superior cookie polymers that resist shattering.
Anyway, that's why no vintage porn this evening. I was baking cookies instead.
You're gonna look like an ox, you keep wolfing down butter cookies like that...
The last time I mailed these off, reports from the field were that they arrived in pieces. I do not want these to arrive in pieces. I know that they still taste the same and I suspect that the person getting them will not complain, but... dang. Broken cookies. Right now they're anal-retentively identical (no mean feat with so-thin-you-can-see-light-through-them butter cookies that burn in seconds), a balm for the souls of people like me. I don't WANT them broken.
As a concession to the demands of shipping, I made round ones this time instead of spade-shaped ones. The world didn't end, because this diversion from what was proper only took place in pursuit of the greater good of unbroken cookies. Also, I will revise my packing technique to see if I can get some of the cookies to arrive in an unbroken state. At xmas, my mother reported that the moravian spice cookies emerged from the shipping experience whole and undamaged even though the sand tarts were pretty beaten up. I bet the moravians use some kind of superior cookie polymers that resist shattering.
Anyway, that's why no vintage porn this evening. I was baking cookies instead.