I sent this today.
…It is because I care about you. I made a gingerbread person of you last night and decorated it to look just like you, was going to put it in a cellophane bag with a Christmas tree on it that I bought at Sur La Table. You were going to be all, “Wow, Clare is so talented in the kitchen, I’m so lucky to know her and Drew. What a thoughtful, handmade, frugal, genius gift. Also, these are delicious.” Then I examined them and concluded that they looked like a serial killer or fourth grader or serial killer in fourth grade had made them so I put them in the trash in a fit of rage and immediately went to bed because last night was a total fail.
But the moral of the story here is that:
a) I was going to visit you with cookies today
b) Drew and I love you.
c) I need anger management.
xo. Happy holidays.
Clare
Those look so cute and tasty. Feel free to try again and bring me some.
Love you!
Horrifying.
Love you too!
Seriously, still love you. That post made my day, for two reasons.
1. I would have done the same thing. I pretend to be crafty in the kitchen but it always turns out a little too “chef boyardee meets aunt jemima on crack”.
2. It lead me to find this. http://www.happyplace.com/2301/the-most-offensive-gingerbread-houses-ever-made —maybe your gingerbread people should have gone to live there. ;P
Yep, it looks like those houses could have been made in my kitchen.
Your gingerbread woman has marshmallow boobs. Fitting and hilarious. I would have been devastated not to receive these if they were meant for me. A) I love gingerbread beyond all reason and B) It would validate all my destructoid-cooking kitchen rage.