Sugar highs crack me up. Seriously. My roommate Anna and I decided to throw a cookie decorating party. I think the last count I’ve had is 18 people. We baked Wednesday night from about 8:30 pm until 12:15 or so am. Let’s discuss how we were exhausted. Baking. Yes, baking put me to sleep.
The party has been hilarious. Two episodes of the office. Decapitations (of cookies, of course). Flowers. Beards (again, a cookie). Trees on fire. The rest I’ve frankly not paid attention to. Probably because I was mixing 3 types of frosting, and 6 different mixes in total. The rundown? Buttercream frosting (in red and green mint); Almond-flavored glaze frosting (in yellow and red); Cream cheese frosting (in white and blue).
In the meantime I had a few friends join me in the kitchen, some of whom felt indulging in the taste-testing responsibilities were of necessity. The result? Sugar-induced insanity.
Also a result of this sugary mess: I’m going to Vegas tomorrow. Randomly. With 4 friends.
Don’t ask, I don’t know what the heck I just signed up for