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Ok, so I kind of love cookies … not quite as much as I love cupcakes, but my adoration for the glory of tiny cakes just for me is a story for another day.

On the average day around here, we don’t have cookies.  There are a number of reasons, probably.  First, mass manufactured cookies taste like garbage for the grand most part.  Second, those little tokens of sugary delight you can pluck off the grocery store shelves are filled with probably 18, 723 more chemicals, additives, and known carcinogens than any ‘food’ product ever should.  Third, I’m really cheap … meaning, I don’t like to spend money on food that isn’t food or necessary for survival or amazingly impossible to resist.  Fourth, and worst of all, although I have some badass (if I do say so my darn self) baking skills, I’m … uh …  lazy.  Who wants to slave over a hot oven in hot pink kitten heels when there’s a world to save and things to kvetch about on the internet?!

Not I.

So, to remedy this cookie (and assorted other deliciousness) shortage, we hold an annual affair of ultimate baking (read: slave labor) in the days leading up to Christmas.  I mean, everyone can eat garbage once a year, right?  (I surely hope so, because I’ve all but turned this December into “National Eat Garbage for an Entire Month”)  Every year we drag out the stand mixer, the beaters, the cookie racks, and a ridiculous assortment of baking gadgets and craft the most amazing (or possibly good by default since we … uh … have a shortage the rest of the year) selection of confectionery dreams.  Even Willy Wonka’s dentist himself  would cringe at the piles of cavity inducing goodness covering my dining room table right now.

In the course of the day we created no less than 328,098  (ok, maybe a slight exaggeration) kinds of pure insulin necessitating ambrosia (the food of the g-ds, not the scary marshmallow salad thing).  The list includes … can you even imagine …

Cherry Almond Cookies, Peanut Butter Blossoms (aka Witch’s Hats here), Cornflake Marshmallow Wreaths, Butterscotch Haystacks, Chocolate Butterscotch Bark, Sugar Cut Outs, Caramel Corn, Chex Mix, Puppy Chow (dba Muddy Buddies or Monkey Munch if you’re that overbearing Goselin woman), Ranch Crackers, Chocolate Walnut Fudge, Sweet and Spicy Mixed Nuts, and Chocolate Pecan Pie Bars.

It’s not all sweets, sure, but it’s almost all stuff we don’t make regularly and most definitely all things I’m not supposed to eat.  Did I mention December is “National Eat Garbage for 30 Straight Days” month?  Yea, it’s also, “Em Should Fall So Hard Off the Gluten Free Wagon She Cracks Open Her Bread Deprived Skull on a Combine” month.  That’s right, cookie baking girl, the one who dedicates an entire DAY to trying to find new and interesting ways to use refined sugar and wheat flour, isn’t supposed to eat GLUTEN.  I write it like that, because that’s how it sounds in my head, (deep voice, yelling) “GLUE-TEEEEN” like the man behind the curtain in the land of Oz or an otherwise ominous cinematic warning voice.

I really am trying to stop caving for cake (and bread, and brownies, and french bread, and pita … ooooooh, pita).  I even had all these great GLUTEN free cookie recipes to try out so I wouldn’t have to suffer while the rest of my family gobbled handfuls of baked goods like deprived monkeys.  I.just.couldn’, Captain.  It’s Christmas!  It’s Cookie Day!  It’s not the end of the world, right?

My current aching gut, unending heartburn, and totally zapped energy level disagree.  It’s probably time for another cookie … for quality control’s sake … you know, for altruistic science.  I wouldn’t want my family to end up poisoned.  Or something



Well, that didn’t take long (me ranting on this new bliggity-blog, that is).

So, I was chatting with Britt moments ago after an evening of holiday shopping and hilarious antics (none of which the other shoppers were too entertained by) via AIM.  She’s on one side of the state, I’m on the other … no bueno.  She alerted me to the sweet event going on in Taylor, MI this weekend … a Drive-Thru Nativity!  Apparently, they have a bunch of actors in ‘biblical’ costumes depicting the birth of Jesus, complete with live animals (like what?! really?!  donkeys? manatees?), out in some field somewhere that you can drive through in your car and learn about the Christ child.


I’m all about religious freedom, spreading the good word, loving G-d, and eating cookies (which they news release says they’ll have en force), but one part of this little shindig pisses me off.  Ok, two parts.

1. Do we really need to DRIVE through a nativity?  Can’t we walk?  Are we that f’in lazy these days?  Do we have no concern at all for the poor planet or the lungs of those who have to stand idly by (waving like Miss America? smiling? in labor with the baby Jesus?) while you creep along in your 2.3 miles per gallon SUV huffing exhaust fumes.  Lame.

2. And, most importantly, I take serious issue with them charging $5 damn dollars to get into this nonsense.  Is it traditionally cool to make people pay money to learn about the birth of Christ?  Would Jesus be alright with this church raking in the cash in his name?  I know, I know, churches do it constantly (reason numero uno why capital C church and I are at odds most of the time), but on Christmas?!  To make matters worse, they’re selling “VIP” tickets for extra.  So, what?  You get in the driving line faster?  If you have extra money you deserve to wait less time to be in the truth?  Come on!  This is probably the direct antithesis of the gospel … in fact, yea … directly contrary to that whole ‘the least of us’ thing and the ‘sell all your shit and give your money to the poor’ that the apostles were down with, and the ‘we don’t need money, we have the L-rd’ blah blah blah.

This is the problem with the Church.  Too much people being frickin’ greedy and not enough people giving everything they have to make sure people know the power of following Jesus.  This is the best time of year to draw more believers, people who are searching for meaning, looking, waiting for someone to invite them, into the Body of Christ.  You don’t do that with cover charges and long lines and (I’m sure) rude ass drivers.  Total FAIL, New Hope Assembly of G-d, total utter FAIL.

WWJD?  Not this.  For sure.


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