Earlier in the week, I took some business to FB and shared this screen-shot from my phone. As you can see, it's me sending my husband a photo of our GoldenDoodle, Maverick (a.k.a. the naughty doodle) and an empty 9x13 tupperware container.
Yes, I called my dog an A#$-hole. Yes, I used a hypen for emphasis (Jonas). If you know me personally, you know that I am much more likely to be using words like happy, smile, faith, pookie, honey-bunny, sweetie, and so forth. But, that container was filled with THE MOST AMAZING Christmas cookies (fully frosted) that I have ever had. I would say there were 3 or so dozen cookies in there! To add insult to injury, I actually made them! This is a feat, my friends! Most of my cookies burn while I am chasing a kid who stole my spatula or refereeing an argument about whose wearing whose Power Ranger under ware that day. This cookie success was a monstrous victory. Until they landed square in Sneaky McDoodle's belly. What kind of freakin' dog knows how to open tupperware?! Oh yeah, I should have known...he has opened tin cans before. #shouldhaveknown
I am not one to be defeated though. And I'm also not one to get revenge. But sometimes, there are just those opportunities disguised as ugly christmas sweaters that present themselves and leave you with no choice. Before we get to that, let me show you how we fought back. Here is round two of cookie making magic about to commence. My caption for this photo was going to be....."well, this looks like a disaster waiting to happen".
And it actually turned out really well. Minus the fact that Chase is picking his nose and Maverick thinks he is going for round two. We made 96 cookies in our triumphant return to the cookie-making industry. They are delicious and I will share the recipe at the end of the post. We locked them in a cupboard way up high. Because I get smarter every day. So, my husband had an ugly christmas sweater contest.............. I saw it sitting on the banister and I just couldn't pass up this opportunity.
It was a no-brainer. It made perfect sense. You eat my FROSTED christmas cookies. You wear an ugly female Christmas sweater. What more can I say? Good game, Maverick. Nice try.