Then there’s baking.
I have discovered, in this holiday season of baking sweet things for others, that I really don’t like baking sweet things. Things that need to be rolled out into specific shapes. A circle. Or a square. A rectangle.
I texted my sisters this revelation earlier today, and one of them texted me back, I won’t tell you which one but she knows who she is, that she didn’t like rolling out dough either,because she didn’t own a rolling pin. 😂😂
I texted back that I had several, but none of them worked. 😂
Yesterday, I made a Christmas Star bread, and gave it to the guards downstairs in thanks for their keeping us safe this past year. They enjoyed it. I didn’t have enough flour to make 2 more to take to Los Altos with me, so I made some curly things with the same dough, and the cinnamon/sugar combo.
My word sugar is addictive. I haven’t had anything with sugar since July, and I’m here to tell you I couldn’t stop nibbling on the curly things. Now, I’m so sleepy I find it difficult to type.
I’m going to take the curly things with me, though I won’t let them know how embarrassed I am. They need to be eaten, and my friends/families will be kind enough to do just that. They’ll probably tell me how good they are, and I’ll thank them. They’re good people who wouldn’t want to embarrass me to my face. Thank God.
Until next time, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.
The curly things.