Hi. Mr. Fabulous here. Am I bitter because I was not one of the first choices to do a guest post? No. Am I bitter that I don’t have my own login like some other guest posters, and so have been lumped into some monkey-group? No. Just because Blue and I go way back, and I am the biological father of her youngest son, why should I be treated any differently from household trash? Hmmph!
I almost regret inseminating her.
Anyway, on with the post. Allow me to share my love of Blue’s native Canada with you!
Have a great day! Or, as they say in Canada…um…well, I don’t know. I don’t speak Canadian. But I’m sure it’s something.
I showed him the “see through” monitor. He thought it was funny until I Told him I must have broken the computer. Now he *sob* can’t play his kindergarten games. My bad.
(no really, I made him cry!)
Exhibit A: (some of ) My Socks
Exhibit B : Hub’s Socks
Exhibit C : Stuperman’s Socks
In conclusion : I WIN!
I fully expect that scientific journalists and parenting magazines will be knocking on my door to interview me any minute!
Ovens are hot.
To take advantage of that warmth you need to wait for a minus thirty three day before deciding to bake cookies.
Mix up a double batch of the chocolate chip cookie recipe you stole from Fab last winter. Forget to take a picture of gigantic ball of chocolate-chip studded dough. Decide a lolcat talking about cookies is an OK substitute.
Add Smarties to the top cus you are cool like that!
Pop those suckers into the oven. Wait eight minutes. Remove. (is anyone writing this stuff down?)
Wait for them to cool.
Feed annoying little people who keep asking “Are they done?”
You should eat one too!
“But,” you say, “That is only 24 cookies. What did you do with the rest?”
Good Question internets, goood question.
You see, the one and ONLY benift to living in Saskatchewan in the winter is that the entire outdoors becomes your freezer.
Make the cookies like above, but do not cook them, instead, mash them together, cover them with wrap - please note taped edges to foil the wind -
And toss them onto your front deck, (or you can put on your toque, your husband’s shoes and walk out in nothing else but your fuzzy Pooh jammies and place them carefully on the deck - your call) and walk away. Use much willpower not to sneak back and begin eating frozen cookie dough.
Do NOT forget to leave a ball of raw dough in the refrigerator for your husband. Forgetting this step is a sure way to incur his wrath!
In the morning morning, rescue the frozen cookies, package them, and store in the inside.the.house freezer.
Helpful hint : Stack packaged cookies precariously in the freezer so that they fall out and smack you in the head as timely little reminder they are there. This will prevent freezer burn.
And there you have it, Cookies in the wintertime.
