With it being Easter and a nice long weekend I thought it would be the perfect time for a fun cookie project. I downloaded a recipe for Brown Sugar Cookies and for icing. I went to 3 different stores to get Easter themed cookie cutters. The photos on the websites for the cookie and icing recipes were so pretty. I was inspired!
Alas, I was once again a victim of false advertising. I envisioned a messy but fun filled morning of cookie making with my boys. I got the mess alright but it turned out to be an all day affair and not without some tears, frustration and snapping at one another. Another Hallmark family moment.
We began in the morning with the cookie dough part of our project. But for some jostling in front of the mixer for the "best" spot, we rubbed along nicely for this part. With the dough made, the next step was dividing the dough into 2 balls, flattening them and wrapping them up in plastic wrap to refrigerate for atleast 1 hour. The dough was almost impossible to form into a dough, it was barely sticking together and cracked upon flattening. First clue that perhaps this was a doomed project.
After lunch and an hour and a half of "chilling" dough, the boys joined me in the kitchen for the exciting part of rolling out the dough and using cookie cutters. Hmmm, dough is as hard as a hockey puck. No matter, out comes the giant wooden rolling pin and some wax paper to roll the dough between. Holy f*c*! This dough was not cooperating. I had to move to a lower surface to get more leverage, after using all my strength the damn dough finally starts to give but now it's cracking and falling apart on the edges. I scoop the broken off dough back into the pile and keep on rolling.
A chorus of "My turn!" and "I want to try!" reigns out as I battle with this bitchy dough. Now I've broken out into a sweat, I keep at it until finally I have a surface big enough to cut out about 6 bloody cookies. I am not impressed!
The boys grab their cutters and have a shot, fighting starts over who gets to go first, who's doing it wrong, he's got my cutter!
I now realize we can re-roll the remnants and end up with 16 cookies from the first dough ball.
Time to bake them.
Boys take off because the fun is quickly wearing off as Mommy gets sweatier, hair gets crazier and my volume increases significantly.
While one batch is baking it's time to roll out ball #2. Screw that. I call for Lovely Husband. He mans up to roll some dough.
"It's really hard he says". Um, ya. Didn't I mention that?
So he starts rolling and dough begins its cracking and falling off trick.
"It's falling apart" he says.
Move over! I take over again and begin shoving pieces back on, he takes another turn and we are ready once again to cut out more cookies.
We bake them all up, put them on racks to cool and get followed around by little boys chanting:
"Are they ready yet?" "Can we decorate them now?" "How about now!"
"NOT YET!" I screech back a million times.
Finally the cookies are ready to be iced. I make up a batch of icing. We have 4 colours and some sprinkles. The boys ice 2 cookies each and promptly devour them. They are fired.
Lovely Husband and I knuckle down and finish the job. Lovely Husband was having fun although I'm sure he'll deny it if asked. He iced and sprinkled and created art.
It is now 3pm, we started at 9am. Two words: Never. Again.
After all that work, this is the result. And no, the kids didn't do this, 2 grown people did:
Happy Easter everyone!
J.
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