December 5, 2015 by Amy
I’m Betty freakin’ Crocker
I made biscotti today. I made so much biscotti today that I never want to see biscotti again. Until tomorrow morning when I’ll make up some excuse to eat it for breakfast.
This madness is the result of signing up for two separate cookie exchanges. Because I am stupid. In my defense, I signed up for them months apart, so I could claim that I had forgotten about one when I signed up for the other. However, I’ll be honest and admit that I received a reminder for the one I signed up for last May before I signed up for the second one two days ago. It was one of those, “I’ll be making cookies anyway, so why not just make more? And you know what would be great? Choosing an incredibly labor-intensive and time-consuming recipe!” things.
The first exchange is a party hosted by a mom in Zoe’s class. It’s a mommy-daughter tea-lunch cookie-exchange party. That sounded like fun plus I had consumed some beer at the parish carnival when I signed up and when it’s May it’s super easy to say, “Heck yeah, I’ll make dozens of extra cookies right before Christmas because I won’t be busy then at all!” The second party is at work. A few years ago one of the science teachers started bringing chocolate-covered Oreos for the exchange, so there’s no freakin’ way I’m missing that.
Committing to these two cookie exchanges meant that I needed to have 13 bags of four cookies each for the work party, and three dozen for the mommy-daughter party. Plus I always make extra biscotti for us (because my biscotti rocks, yo) and for family members who have not angered me off in the last year. Kidding! I give them to the women in my family because they are awesome and they deserve a special treat just for them. This all adds up to a boatload of biscotti. (Boatlad being the metric equivalent of whatever all that biscotti adds up to.)
At one point I had two biscotti loaves cooling while two more baked with three batches of dough in the fridge. That’s not counting the biscotti that were already cooled and packed in their gift bags. I had biscotti everywhere.
I am exhausted. And slightly nauseated from eating too much raw biscotti dough. But I’m done baking for the year and that’s good. Now I just need to work on the dang Christmas card.
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