Christmas Eve was a blast, again, with relatives and friends, good food, did I mention the food? The best ending ever, with auntie's homemade sweet potato pie, and another humongous, moist, delicious cake from Gerard.
The only truly questionable thing was, not one, but two sweatshirts of the following (neither of which belongs to me):
Obama as Santa? Ay ya ya...
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Christmas day was the day to bake the sugar cookies, which came out great. The only thing that bugs me about cookie recipes is that they always specify a baking time that's entirely too long. Trust, if you leave cookies in the oven for more than six minutes, you basically have volcanic ash, not a dessert.
Rolling the cookies on lightly floured waxed paper made moving the cookies to the baking pan very easy--just peel back the paper, and off come the cookies.
The final result--
Yummy! It's time to run over to eat, and give some of the above tempting treats away, as I've already had my stash.