So pretty much everyone knows the best part about Christmas is the cookies, right? Well, okay, I'm willing to concede non-cookie desserts are pretty good too. But Christmas cookies are probably the most important part of the holiday tradition to me, and it doesn't really feel like the holidays until I've gotten myself covered in flour in the pursuit of deliciousness. (It's also one of my three acceptable use cases for Christmas music.)
Last year, I had just moved to Australia and had only made a couple of friends to date. I didn't start work until January, so I had a lot of time on my hands. It was also my first Christmas ever away from home, which was a mixed bag of emotions. Since I'm totally good at processing feelings and shit, I squished all those to the side and buried them in mounds and mounds of Christmas cookies. I seriously made an absurd amount of Christmas cookies for someone who only knew about 5 people in the entire continent she was on. The Boy and I ate a tremendous number. I took about a third to his family. We froze another third and ate on them for months. I think I even ended up throwing out some when I moved house in April.
This year, I still have a bunch of time on my hands because I don't start my new job until January, but I also have a wonderful big group of friends and am psyched to be hosting my first ever Christmas Day at my own home. (I have a giant ham and a wafflemaker. BRING IT ON, CHRISTMAS.) I also run a nerdy social group in Sydney (because of course I do), so I decided to have a giant cookie-making party with those fine folks. So without further ado, may I present...
BRITTANY'S EPIC DAY OF COOKIE MADNESS!
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