Ok. So that may be a bit of an exaggeration.
But Saturday morning...afternoon....and evening my dad and I baked a LOT of cookies.
My brother had this genius idea that we should give Christmas cookies to some of our wine accounts and since he doesn't know a spatula from a measuring cup thought I was the perfect person to help.
So kitchen aid mixer in hand my dad and I got to work.
I'm not sure what the final count was, but I don't care if I ever bake another cookie again!
Butter anyone? And this was only half of it!