This morning I decided to clean my house. And by "clean" I mean, DEEP CLEAN.
As I was taking every last item out of my pantry, I found, way high up on a top shelf, a plethora of cookie making hardware. I'm not sure if hardware is the right word, but I found loads of fancy copper cookie cutters in tremendous shapes, as well as expensive icing dye in colors like poppy-red glitter, iridescent gold, and glistening evergreen.
It made me laugh because there was a time when I aspired to be a master cookie chef, rivaled only by Martha Stewart herself.
I went as far as to order my supplies from high-end New York suppliers and remote specialty shops. I have strange bottles of something called Lemon Emulsion (?) and weird gloves and icing tips.
What the heck?
It must have been right after I finished my short-lived career selling make-up and stationary, and right before I tried to get a black belt in Karate.
Lawsy.... thank God I found my true calling in this wonderful world of writing.
Anyone want some cookie stuff?
Because I sucked at it.