My cousin, Kristine, made these amazing cookies to celebrate little Miss Mairin.
Because they're both gorgeous and ridiculously time-consuming to make, I felt the need to share them with you before they are little more than a memory.
Right down to the dainty, pink, gingham bow, they're almost too cute to eat, except that they're also delicious.
I am incredibly impressed with these treats, not only because they look and taste like perfection, but because I stink at baking. In fact, I hate it. I can cook my ass off, but baking ... um no. Baking involves exact science and rule-following - both of which are notably absent from the essence of ME. I simply couldn't cut it as a pastry chef.
This fact is made glaringly obvious every few years when I erase select portions of my memory, fill the holes with Norman Rockwell-esque nostalgia and attempt to bake Christmas cookies.
This year's shit-show was no exception - complete with tears, throwing burnt cookies and unbaked dough in the trash, and vowing (in earnest) never to bake again. We're still working our way through the twenty sticks of butter I procured to carry out my romantic holiday dream. Bah- Humbug, I say. NEVER again!
Why I don't dabble in baking runs on the same axiom as why I'm a lawyer and not into some other profession that required more math along the way. I could talk my way into and around anything as an English major and argue my way through a brick wall in my professional life. But, when it comes right down to two plus two - the answer is "four" no matter how much bullshit you throw at it. I really hate that. Numbers are like Kryptonite - they sap my power. So, I avoid them whenever and wherever possible.
My cousin, however, has nailed it - the exact science, the rule-following and the pastry chef-ness of it all.
Thank you for the cookies, Kristine! What a wonderful gifty.
P.S. Leighton is headed in the direction of fairies or ballerinas or ballerina fairies for her birthday party theme should anyone feel inclined to try her hand at wings or flowers or butterflies or tutus or something of that fantastical nature in the form of a delectable baked good.