Lissa Has Left …

The Vomitorium.
It’s all gone. Nothing left.
Including my previous appetite. Even white bread seems too spicy right now.

The porcelain bus has been parked and I’m in sensible recovery mode, except I forgot I had joined a cookie exchange!

Yes!
Nothing says, “I’m better now!” than a shopping-prepping-rolling-cutting-baking-cooling-cookie decorating frenzy!!

I don’t know if the lemon-pistachio biscotti has the right amount of lemon zest and I can’t tell if the toasted texture is screaming, ‘Dip me’.

I can’t bring myself to try it.

Hey, I learned something, though. Even doubling a lemon pistachio biscotti recipe (which included hand-shelling four cups of pistachio nuts) still means you have to make a FULL BATCH of sugar cookies because even though it SAYS it will make 160 pieces, it DOESN’T!

So, I’ll be coming home with 12 dozen batches of cookies-which means NO MORE HOLIDAY BAKING, according to the rules.

Too bad the family will be eating it without me.
I need to go lie down.