Last year I had the bright idea of making homemade gingerbread dough with my son that we would put out for Santa. After finding flour in the cracks and crevices of my kitchen at my old house three months after that experiment, I decided this year that I would simplify my life. Mommy turned to her elves at Nestle Toll House to simplify matters and hopefully, also not to make a horrific flour mess in the kitchen. Less mess, right?
Wrong. I'm typing this with flour on my countertop and on just about everywhere else in the kitchen. I think the black cat now looks like a skunk because she strolled under the counter in the middle of rolling out the dough.
Still, my son and I are having a blast rolling out the dough and cutting it with our gingerbread boy cutter. He doesn't know I've cheated this year and not mixed the dough from scratch. We won't tell Santa, will we?
Merry Christmas!
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