Fights and Bites (to eat)

So I didn't exactly finish my cookies last night - I got distracted (this happens easily - for instance I'm probably going to forget I have cookies in the oven right now). But I am almost done baking them tonight. I ended up with 38 Kiss Cookies...it probably would have been a full 3.5 dozen but I kinda ate a lot of the dough. It's ok though, because two of them are deformed. The will have to be sacrificed to the cookie gods (aka my stomach).


Here's the finished product of my baking:


The white ones are pecan sandies. For the first time EVER I actually followed my Grandma's recipe and they turned out really well. I usually use walnuts because I always forget to buy pecans and the recipe says to form into logs...i usually do balls. Also, I end up with for less cookies than the recipe says it will yield. But this year I was dead on. Grandma said 40 cookies and thats what I got.


I've come to the realization that I'm really more of a candy maker than a baker. Sure, my brownies are famous, and yeah, I make awesome birthday cakes for the kiddies....but i don't think I'm as good at baking as I am at candy. I always seem to either under or over cook baked items. Here's a sample of the candy I've been making:

Clockwise from the silver wrapped ones: Million Dollar Fudge, Butter Brickle, Million Dollar Fudge with Walnuts, Oreo Truffles, Snickers Fudge, and Cashew Brittle.


And yes, I wrapped every piece of that fudge myself.


As my time in the kitchen has increased lately, I've noticed that when the cat isn't trying to eat the dog, he seems to be picking fights with the refrigerator:

the staredown

the attack

Meanwhile, Molli does to her toy what I'm sure she'd like to do to the cat:

But still, we can't help but remember the peace that once was: