I was in an all-chocolate mode – chocolate spritz and world peace, but somehow it just wasn’t a good night. I didn’t feel so good, and got a bit of late start because I went out Waisman’s to pick up our pork. David & Molly & their kids raised two pigs, Mazel and Tov, and I went in with Anna & Terese on a half, divided into various cuts such as ham and roasts and sausages.
Anyways, it’s probably not possible to wreck the world peace cookies, but the spritz gave me a hard time. I think maybe I’m going to have to retire my aluminum cookie gun that’s almost as old as me. Every time I had to touch the plunger part that pushes the dough out, grey aluminum crud came off on my hands. That part doesn’t touch the dough, but still. And nothing’s tight on it anymore – the extruding end wanted to fall off, and the handle is loose, and my hand hurt by the time the cookies were made. I checked the Madison Recyclopedia and evidently I could chuck the whole thing in the bin, box and all, because that’s cardboard – but I probably won’t. I’ll probably put it back up in the back of the high closet where I’ve been storing it, along with my cookie buckets, steamed pudding molds, and TidBits lunch box. And maybe get myself a new one, too. The spritz cookies make a lot of rejects – I always break a bunch just taking them off the pan. And the last 10 or 12 went weird – the color on the M&Ms melted and flowed into the cracks in the cookies – which was worrisome, because it made me wonder if my oven temperature is getting unreliable – did it just go wack after being set to 400° for an hour, and get so hot it melted the candy paint!?
I intended to make the Rose’s crescents, too, but it just became a 2-kind kind of night. It was after midnight by the time I was cleaned up, and went to bed. I did get a chance to take a few more pictures in the morning, so I filled in with a few kinds baked early, that had not posed for their portraits yet. I’ve decided I like the light in the sun room better than the kitchen. I think it’s more North.
