Y'all. Last week was the craziest, busiest week ever. Do I say that all the time? No? Okay good. Because it really was.
After I made the 100th anniversary cake for our Junior League, they asked me to make cookies for our annual fundraiser, Poinsettia Place. Because I'm all awesome and stuff. So of course I said yes.
And every week the number of cookies they needed kept growing and growing.
First, 200-225. Then 250. Then all of a sudden it was upwards of 300. Whoa people. The most cookies I have ever made in my life was maybe 40. But I was up for the challenge. I mean, how hard can it really be to bake and decorate 300 cookies?
Well, let me tell you.
Obviously, I had the added bonus of taking care of a 10 month old at the same time. Talk about a juggling act. Okay. Let's get serious. She was neglected. Not like leave your child on the changing table neglected. More like let her play with the CDs and bang them on the TV neglected. It's amazing how much you can miss a child who is right there with you all day when you have no time to play with her. This is a huge reason I could not do this full time. My eyes have been opened.
Needless to say, it was a lot more work than I realized. I spent one entire day baking.
The next day was spent outlining the cookies.
Next up, flooding and decorating. Upon doing this, I quickly realized that I should've split this up into two days. Decorating cookies with three different colors means that you have to do something to 300 cookies 3 times. So you know what I did? Put my husband to work! Those green leaves and yellow centers, all him.
Until 11 p.m. when the loser decided to go to bed, leaving me to fend for myself.
The last day I spent individually packaging each one and tying them with ribbon. Let's just say it will be quite a while before I take on a task such as this again. I'm looking forward to a few day of soaking in my child and sitting on my butt.