Wrap-up

[muckefuck]

You would think that the word "cookie exchange" would be self-explanatory: You bring some cookies and you leave with different cookies. Why, then, did my host Saturday night end up with a tremendous pile of cookies on her dessert table and empty-handed guests? Barely one dozen of the three dozen Anislaibchen I baked went home with anyone but me; I'm a little sad, but also secretly happy, since I know no one else will appreciate them the way I can.

I'm almost finished with the shopping this year thanks in no small part to having (1) princeofcairo accompany me to Wicker Park and (2) a comfortable enough income that when I see something decent, the only money question I have to answer is, "Is that price exhorbitant?" rather than "Is there any possibility I could get it or another gift of equal value for a lower price anywhere?" I'm not bragging, I'm just saying (and remembering my struggling-student days with little-to-no fondness).

When did I become so tongue-tied when asked for gift suggestions? monshu confessed yesterday that he was a little stumped, but I'm so accustomed to him coming up with fantastic surprises that I had no idea what to suggest. Um, call up my sister and find out whether or not anyone's getting me the leather goods I asked for? I dunno. Really, just coming back home to you every December 27th or 28th is gift enough.

Comments

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Wow, that makes me feel better. I thought everybody just hated the cookies I sent along with him or thought they looked gross or something (the jam ones really would have looked better without the green food dye, I realized too late).

What did the Anislaibchen look like? We may have gotten a few.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Kind of small and lumpy. The beauty-contest aspect of the give-away had escaped me, so my babies ended up far more susceptible to lookist prejudice than your efforts. In any event, their strong licorice odour should render them unmistakable.