Yesterday, I donned my special little apron and rolled up my sleeves: It was time for the Day of Baking. My mom recruited me to make the desserts for our Christmas Eve party this year, and I, wannabe pastry chef/bakery owner/housewife, was over-the-top excited about it. Flat chocolate cake, sugar cookies, shortbread surprise cookies, and gingerheads. That was my schedule for the day.
From noon til 7 p.m., I was in the kitchen. Seven hours of rolling + mixing + decorating. Needless to say, I was exhausted. And really, really full.
My favorite creation was the gingerheads, an idea I got from the lovely Bakerella. I used a glass to cut perfect little circles out of gingerbread dough, popped them in the oven, and proceeded to decorate. I had to shut the TV off and politely ask my friend Courtney to stop talking for a moment - The decorating was tedious and my hands needed to be steadier than ever. Eventually, I got the hang of it and the Christmas noise resumed. They turned out cuter than I thought they'd be. I don't know how I'll be able to watch my cousins eat them on Saturday night. My little gingerheads. My babies!