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Let’s face it, lately, I’m a sugar cookie junkie. But with all the variations and endless possibilities, how couldn’t I be?  I made sugar cookies again, for the third time last evening.  Matter of fact, sugar cookies are the only thing that’ve come out of my new (to me) kitchen. What? I’m experimenting.

To further fuel the EAP, and because I’ve been slacking off, I decided that baking sugar cookies (again) was not only necessary, but imperative. Not to mention, I do this sweet little thing called cookie bombing where I pack up sweet treats in cello bags and hand them out to random, homeless people in the city. If there are ever extra cookies lounging in the cookie jar, I make sure I take a few every time I leave the house. You know, just in case. And so far I’ve had 3 consecutive days of successful cookie bombing.

I realized, today, that I bit off a little more than I could chew when I decided I was going to create and take on the EAP. I mean really, do I need anything else on my plate? Not to mention, it costs $5 every time I ship a box of cookies to an artist, which I wouldn’t mind if I was getting paid to be a full time student. But, I knew getting into this what it would entail, and if it means spending $200 on shipping before anyone besides the artists realize the project exists then, in the words of the late Kurt Vonnegut, so it goes.

Back to cookies. If you haven’t noticed, I tweaked the recipe.. a lot. I do not like adding leavening (baking powder, cream of tarter+baking soda, etc.) to a cookie that’s supposed to keep it’s shape, because there is nothing worse than decorating a flat, oval cookie that went into the oven looking like a thick circle, right?

Hopefully by now you’re starting to get the gist of the whole sugar cookie thing, and trust me, having a good go-to sugar cookie recipe is important; you don’t have any other flavors (chocolate chips, raisins) or textures (oatmeal, brown sugar) to mask the final product if you mess up the mixing process. So, learn this one by heart and I promise, just like your favorite pair of fat-day jeans, it will never fail you. Cross my heart, hope to die.

Here’s a little sneak peek into last night’s late-night decorating session:

Don’t you dare say I went overboard with the gummi bears! Because in all honesty, I thought about piling one of the cookies with a heaping stack of gummies and icing, then realized that would be taking things a little too far. So, compared to having a gummi bear orgy atop one of my cookies, I didn’t go anywhere near overboard, now did I?

Ha, I said gummi bear orgy. Ha.