The kittles and I baked cookies this weekend. :grin:

Years ago, I baked quite a bit. Used to be pretty good at it.
However, my ever-expanding arse brought a halt to that practice. :moon:

About a month ago, one of my nieces requested her favorite cookies. Toll House. And since monies were low for Christmas gifts, I was glad to oblige.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get them done for Christmas, nor for New Years. But I got ‘em out this weekend. And since I couldn’t get them done for the holidays, I shipped them for another occasion both sad and worth celebrating.

To my niece:

Toll cookies, because you’ve definitely paid your dues.

Congratulations on the divorce, baby girl.
May you find the happiness you’ve always deserved.