Channeling my Inner Martha

Anyone who knows me well knows that I am totally lacking the creativity gene. So when our friends invited us to a fun Valentine's Day cookie decorating party last weekend, I had high hopes for a burst of Martha-esque inspiration. This was a serious decorating extravaganza, and a family tradition of the hostess for many years running. Alas, as others came up with sunsets and lacy piping, I went for the timeless and chic frosting with coordinating sprinkles. Chalk it up to laziness or the fact that that I don't like frosting and much candy (unless it's chocolate, por supuesto). What it really boils down to is why spend so much time decorating the cookie when you're just going to devour it in four seconds flat?

P.S. Just noticed I have frosting under the armpit in the picture. That's embarassing. Like I said, this was a serious decorating party. :)

This was actually Andy's second cookie. He ate the first and gave this one away.


Poor Ben doesn't look too happy about his pathetic wheat-free cookie and frosting. He looks like he's posing for a mug shot.