Cookie Mayhem

Oh my goodness this past week was a marathon of Christmas baking! Tarts, a myriad of cookies, squares, cakes... I even dreamt last night about rolling out gingerbread.

There was a mountain of spiced dough to be rolled and it was getting softer and stickier and I couldn't keep up. My hands were handicapped by gobs of gluey brown dough and the kitchen was a mess - flour everywhere and the dogs were running along the counters (manifested paranoias of mine - a dirty kitchen space, hair in cookies, dog prints in the house...). I wasn't going to make the deadline, he was going to be here any minute and I'm whelmed by molasses dough, dog dirtiness, flour... and no baking done.

I don't remember the rest of that particular dream but it closely rivals the ones I used to have about missing final exams.

Funny though, because I really enjoy cooking and have been making plates of baking up for a few friends. I usually find putzing around the kitchen really relaxing - one way I unwind - but perhaps the subconcious is telling me something :)