Did I mention that Caroline and I baked Halloween cookies on Sunday afternoon after we got home from the grocery store? And by Halloween cookies, I mean that I bought a roll of Pillsbury Slice and Bake sugar cookies while we were at HEB along with a tub of Duncan Hines frosting.
If you thought for a moment that I meant homemade sugar cookies, then I feel compelled to ask what part of PMS you don’t understand. I was hanging on by a very fine thread, my friends.
When we got home I realized that I don’t own any Halloween-themed cookie cutters so we ended up just cutting the dough in slices and baking round, boring cookies. By the time they cooled enough for us to ice them, she had forgotten they existed. However, she conveniently remembered they existed about three minutes before bedtime.
I told her that we’d ice them when she got home from school on Monday.
Which explains my horror when I walked in from running errands yesterday morning and found only an empty Ziploc bag and a few stray sugar cookie crumbs. Apparently P missed the sugar cookie conversation and helped himself to eight or two dozen un-iced sugar cookies.
Obviously he’s on a diet again or he wouldn’t have left the crumbs.
My life is hard.
Fortunately, I still had to make a run to the new Fancy Target (oh all the additional stoplights make me tired!) and was able to purchase not only a new roll of Pillsbury Slice and Bakes, but also found fall-themed cookie cutters on the dollar aisle. Needless to say, it was a triumphant moment.
When Caroline got home I announced we were making new and improved Halloween cookies. I will be forever grateful that she didn’t seem to care where the other cookies had gone, not because I would have had any problem completely ratting out her daddy, but because somehow it still would have been my fault.
Anyway, we got to work rolling out the slice and bake dough.
Please note that the outfit she has on is an indication of how worn out I was from the weekend. I meekly submitted three outfits yesterday morning and they were all dismissed. I didn’t have the will to fight, so I pulled this one out. The rastafarian look is always the ace in the hole.
The cookie dough wasn’t providing enough sugar, so she began to dig into the Halloween candy.
We live by the belief that less is never more, especially when it comes to sprinkles and frosting.
And we also feel strongly that we need to taste our finished product.
I’m pretty sure that bare feet in the midst of the baking area violates about 132 health code laws, but it’s really a minor thing compared to the fact that she licked most of the cookies before she iced them.
Here’s our finished product.
In case you can’t tell, they are in the shape of ghosts, pumpkins, bats and the occasional acorn.
Have I mentioned I’m the ghetto Martha Stewart?
I think I gave myself too much credit.
It’s the memories that count and she’ll remember it forever! She (and obviously P)doesn’t care if they’re homemade, and to be honest I like the store bought better!
P sounds like my husband: He’ll tell me that he’s about to go work out and then I see him sitting on the couch with a big, fat bag of chips.
Do good intentions count?!
Those are some tasty looking cookies. Sneakers on the table? I’m laughing because my 13 year old step-daughter sits on the kitchen counter when she cooks and puts her bare feet on the counter. It drives me nuts.
Now we all know those sprinkles are attached by Caroline’s saliva and not the frosting! 🙂 Cute cookies, though! Way to win in the dollar aisle.
the cookies are cuuuute! i think i’m gonna go to le target and get some of those cookie cutters in about 15 minutes!
and licking the cookies pre-icing just helps the icing to stick better 🙂
Caroline is one of my favorite kids on the BLOGS I read! I tell my daughter in law, J, that her daughter will be Caroline! I like her spunk…and her mom’s too!
I imagine Martha is quaking in her boots!
My teeth hurt just looking at the frosting and sprinkles. You are a great mom!!
LOL Ghetto Martha Stewart way too funny!
they make black sprinkles?
you are world’s ahead of me…i haven’t even gone down the cookie decorating aisle.
i was thinking of the slice and bake ones that already have a colorful little pumpkin in the center. that is about as adventurous as i’ll be getting this halloween.
they look great!
“. . . because somehow it still would have been my fault.” Oh my dear, truer words have never been spoken.
I made a football cake for my son’s 9th birthday this weekend. I had to cut the shape out free hand and everything, then decorate… I was thinking about eating it and starting over when he came down and said, “Mom that is so good… thank you”…
And I remembered why I still use my kitchen from time to time. They are easy to please in the area of sugary treats.
Uh…sneakers on the counter violates about 132 health codes, too!!
Read this so you will not feel alone in your PMS misery….
http://www.tablegrace.net/?p=308
We are as one.
I’m pretty sure that barefoot baking is part of the rastafarian creed.
Oh, and I’m digging the new fall look of the ol’ blog!
I can totally relate to your husband eating all of the cookies. My husband can not leave sweets in the house for more than 10 minutes without devouring them. My kids are onto him though. The other night my son put his candy in our glass pumpkin before he went to bed. Seriously, 10 minutes later he hears the glass lid move and he shouts, “DON’T TOUCH MY CANDY, DAD!”
I am glad you clarified about the acorn because that cookie cutter was really throwing me off.
I love how you have brought in the now beloved purple in to your Halloween colors. 🙂
You are one good momma. I’m weird and I always freaked out with the mess in the kitchen with all that flour and sugar and icing and such. 🙂 And, I think that outfit is perfect!
Tell P to keep his hands out of the cookie jar.
Don’t you know you rock! I buy the sugar cookies, alreay cut, with a pumpkin in the middle. All I do is take them out of the package and place them on a cookie sheet for 8-10 minutes. How lazy is that?? Yup. Who’s ghetto now? :o)
Alright Martha, I mean Melanie! Caroline won’t care what kind of cookies they were it is the memory she will cherish. Oh yeah, quick hide them from P!
I’ve got the PMS blues today….and them cookies is looking G-O-O-O-O-D right now!
I look forward to reading your blog every morning because I can’t wait to read about your day. Thanks for updating it and giving me a good laugh and smile every morning. I especially like the licking cookies to make icing stick idea, way to go Caroline! My daughter is expecting in Jan. and they have picked the name Caroline Marie so I’m especially fond of the name.
I love that she always sits on the counter while you guys cook. It’s so cute!
I had a shirt just like that when I was about her age, 20+ years ago. I distinctly remember an older man at our church asking me if I’d been attacked by a dog.
Nothing wrong with slice and bake. I make brownies from a box – a generic, store-brand box – and yet people actually request “my” brownies. Points to Ghetto Marthas everywhere!
Those cookies look wickedly good and I love that Caroline has her bare feet near the cookies!
i think those cookies are ghetto-fabulous! speaking of target, i just visited our new and improved target and they had those new carts that you talked about. i love them. thanks for having such a cool blog. and i am with you on the pms front. my family is staying away but kindly calling it “a little grumpy”. yeah, i did want to smack them.
My daughter asked my husband why he ate all the puppy chow (the chex coated in chocolate, peanut butter and powdered sugar-aren’t sweets in the food pyramid?) after he had already had ice cream with them before they went to bed. One day Caroline will notice the missing cookies, oh, yes she will. At least you didn’t take that batch of cookies to the neighbors. You know, since they had already been stepped on and licked. But the icing and sprinkles would have covered any evidence! Ewww!! 🙂
Mmmmm … black cookies. So inviting.
But, seriously, at least you weren’t one of those moms who won’t let their child actually do the decorating and goes behind them fixing everything.
Oh, sweet memories!
I just love you. I am so identifying with your hormonal feelings.
You can’t have a proper baking experience unless you are barefoot on top of the counter indulging in enough grams of sugar to last you an entire year!
So fun!
I too am no Martha, but who wants to be? It is much more fun doing it our way!
ghetto Martha Stewart
Oh you are too much
smcvicker–I have a Caroline Marie too! How funny.
Little bare feet don’t hurt a thing! The cookies look great. I just wish we had a Target to go to. I would take an old worn out Target. They are actually building a Wal-Mart as I type. We live in the boonies.
Cindy
thank you p for polishing off the frosting-free circles! ’cause nothing says ghetto cookies like a gray, frosted bat shrouded down with black sprinkles.
Cute cookies. For some reason I have the urge to eat a whole container of frosting.
Oh and in my old stomping grounds of PA, we call the jimmies not sprinkles. I think it is an east coast thing.
Weird, I know.
You can even check out this blog. He wrote a whole post on it!
http://poopandboogies.blogspot.com/2008/09/jimmies-or-sprinkles.html
Happy PMSing.
Big Mama…I just love you…How fun! Thanks for making me smile…again.
I have to admit that I was very disturbed by the shoes on the counter. Not the bare feet. That’s ok. It’s natural. But shoes? Not so much. The cookies look so good, especially since I’m on a diet now.
If you are a ghetto Martha Stewart then I must live in your hood. I have one of those wood signs in my kitchen that says Martha Stewart does not live here ADJUST.
Those are rad.
You’re my hero.
Have you read Laura Numeroff’s new book, “If You Give a Cat a Cupcake”? The cat wants sprinkles. Lots of sprinkles. Must be universal. Looks like Caroline had a great time!
ghetto Martha!!!! what a hoot!!!!
the bare feet—-my favorite part!!1
Thanks again for the laugh and smile!!
Pam, South Bend
You already have Halloween candy?? I am so behind right now… may get some the day before the 31st. We have not even gone to the Pumpkin patch, yet. Hopefully, I can get my act together for this weekend. 🙂
Love the iced cookies and the bare feet–especially love Caroline’s smile. What a good and loving Mama you are–Caroline doesn’t need Martha when she’s got Mama.
The joy is not in the outcome of the cookies, but rather in the memories that you and Caroline will remember in making them. And the extra sprinkles just make the experience that much more fun!
Umm, yeah, I think Martha Stewart is somewhere gnashing her teeth. I’m glad I’m not the only whose children feel the need to “lick” all the cookies.
I love Caroline’s shirt! You guys must have made it yourselves because I notice her name on it. My sisters and I all had these when we were little.
You are stinkin’ hilarious! I found your blog from a friend and am already addicted! Oh, the joys of motherhood…
Can’t wait to read more about such adventures!
This is a riot. Love the icing or food color on her feet. Hysterical!