It’s 17.8 degrees outside. It’s Sunday, but secretly Saturday (I don’t have to work tomorrow) and even with the wood stove cranking out lots of heat, there’s just a chill in the air.

So what’s someone to do in a situation like this?

Duh.

Make cookies!

Oreos to be more specific!

Rolled and smushed before going into the oven.

Look! They’re baking!

Filling the cookies? Easy with a ziplock bag–just cut off the corner.

Almost there….

Done!

Grandmom thinks they’re yummy!

Michael thinks they’re yummy!

Mmmm! Milk and oreos! Best food ever!

No. I’m not turning into a food blogger. I just wanted to taunt Liz, who is seventeen and much too busy to make YUMMY DELICIOUS OREOS!

Mmmmm!

And no, I haven’t brushed my hair today. Why do you ask?