I baked a bunch of spritz cookies, and that was it. The cutout dough had to chill a bit more. The mice were a disaster. Geez...I had to poke a skewer through their behinds while they were still hot and insert a piece of shoestring licorice for the tail. That kind of behavior on my part reminded me slightly of the Iraqi prison scandals.
I kid. I kid.
Actually, I burned my left middle finger trying to cram the licorice up some mouse's a$$, so I got mad and gave up.
I think I have enough to give away anyhoo...5 tins worth of cookies, now that I look.
And, please pause for a moment in remembrance of my timer, which I knocked from the table to its death.
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I hope you don't mean Mickey! I kid! Sorry abut the timer.
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