YOU ARE SPAMMING MY DASHBOARD EVERY 2 MILLISECONDS-
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YOU ARE SPAMMING MY DASHBOARD EVERY 2 MILLISECONDS-
I made some cutout cookies, the piparkukas recipe that is a huge pain in the ass, and basically burned every single one. A couple might be salvageable, but most of them have just gone straight into the garbage. What a waste of an evening! But at least I try, I always feel bad when I don’t try.
Middle-little sister is visiting, and beforehand was super gung-ho about it, but she’s in the other room having an animated conversation with Dude, and I just can’t keep track of everything on my own. So I wrapped the rest of the dough up in wax paper and chucked it in the fridge because I am not going to continue to cut out cookies that I then burn and throw out. I’m all set thanks!
Fucking. Piparkukas. Ugh.
I also have the dough mixed up for the traditional Christmas sweet rolls, but Dude’s mom has a four-hundred-course meal for sixteen planned out for the five of us tomorrow, and there’s just no point staying up making The Traditional Christmas when she’s expecting us at 9am and stuffing us full the entire day. That’s in the fridge too, either I’ll make it or throw it out later. Whatever.
Of course during family diner they talk shit about refugees ugh
I feel like Christmas songs will forever be stuck in my head ヘ(。□°)ヘ