The sister and her mister sent us Harry & David for Christmas. A small assortment of cookies and an ugly grinning moose cookie jar that they probably paid way too much for. I’m kind of hoping the jar will leap to its doom against the kitchen floor. Still, cookies that I didn’t have to bake. That’s nice. Particularly since I’m not really feeling like baking this year.

Mom seems pretty confident that I will come around before Christmas. I think she just wants my chocolate chip chunk pecan cookies. Not enough that she’ll just follow the recipe and bake ’em herself, but y’lnow.

I understand, though, because I love Russian teacakes, but if Mom didn’t feel like make them, and we were dependent on me doing it…we would not be having Russian teacakes that year.

Aaaand now I’m hungry. And I don’t think cookies are gonna cut it. Not that that will stop me from having one while I try to decide on something more protein-y. I’m predictable, what can I say.