For those of you who went for the gusto in the poll about items made by my mom and me today, counting cookies, candy, and bread, we did twelve. I thought we were going to wind up with a final count of eleven, which was no one's answer, but then timprov pointed out that the cornbread that went with dinner was bread made by my mom and me today and therefore counted towards the total. So. Twelve. I didn't really think we'd do that. I'd like to thank the Academy, and my agent, and...wait, I don't have an agent. Possibly I would if I put in my cover letter that they would get this kind of goodies at Christmas. Anyway, as timprov reported, twelve:
Cornbread, which only sort of counts
Chocolate-dipped candied orange peel
Chocolate-dipped dried apricots
Peanut butter ribbon fudge
Peanut blossoms (those peanut butter cookies with a Hershey's kiss in the middle, in both milk and dark chocolate, but the dough was the same so it didn't count as two)
and today's on-the-spot spur-of-the-moment what-deeds-of-derring-do-will-they-dare-t
My usefulness went precipitously downhill all day, until at the end my functions were: 1) say entertaining things to Mom while she did the icing swirls, and 2) blink blearily in weary dizziness. Had an awesome time anyway. We are mighty. We are fierce. And our lemon oatmeal cookies totally rule.
Now I fall over on something soft.