I have a secret. It has nothing to do with cranberries or sugar, but now that Christmas is just thirty-seven days away, I feel like I can I be honest with you.
… I’ve been buying Christmas ornaments since September.
Moving into our first apartment in October was the perfect cover. Hey, we need pots and pans and bath towels. Let’s just stop by World Market and see what’s up.
“Did you find towels? What do you think of this couch?” Towels? What? I don’t know, but I’ll tell you what I think of these sparkly sea otter ornaments I just found and accidentally bought.
Oh we need a wine opener and bread? Target’s a few minutes away. Let’s just pick that up right now.
TRAP. We will also leave with gingerbread ornaments, glittery snowflakes, and twinkle lights.
The rest of my brain is mildly freaking out.
Why are you asking for my Christmas list. Be real… I don’t even have a grocery list. What do you buy the man who seriously thinks a 12-gallon shop vac was the best gift you’ve ever given him? Where does one find mistletoe? Why can’t I tie my scarf like Pinterest? Work Christmas parties. They’re real and they are happening. I love this apartment. But seriously… where is the Christmas tree going to go? We still don’t have pots and pans. Should I have started Christmas shopping already? Wait… 37 days? What am I going to bake?!?
Like a chewy, soft cranberry-orange cookie, rolled in sugar, if you will, with just-barely-crunchy sugary edges, a chewy cookie center, and all that purely festive cranberry-orange flavor.
These are cookie tray cookies, Thanksgiving Eve cookies, breakfast-and-hot-chocolate-cookies, Black Friday cookies, I-just-spent-how-much-Christmas-shopping-on-Amazon cookies, and no, seriously: I’m-just-going-to-sit-here-and-eat-cookies-until-I-figure-out-where-the-Christmas-tree-is-gonna-go cookies.
I’m not going to tell you how many of these I ate the first day. I’m not.