I don’t have a sweet tooth. I have sweet teeth. All of them are sweet. The I Quit Sugar cult disturbs me. Sarah Wilson is my enemy. But I don’t eat a lot of chocolate, and I’ll only eat ice cream if it’s really hot.
For me, it’s all about the cookie. I am the original Cookie Monster. Sweet, crunchy, perfect with a cup of tea. Very portable, which is vital. I always have some cookies in my handbag. For sugar emergencies (Yes, that’s a thing. I’m convinced it’ll come in handy one day when I’m trapped in my car during a snow storm or something. I’ll emerge after two weeks looking pale and frazzled, but I will have survived because I rationed out the half dozen cookies in my handbag. That’s SMART. Hello book deal!!)
After making my Gingerbread house, I had some dough left over. That stuff wasn’t going to waste. So, naturally, I made some decorations for my Christmas tree.
I’ll show you how: