Perhaps I shouldn't sound so gleeful. I do love making the main part of SD, but I felt distressed by the amount of leftovers last time. Okay, so I made approximately three times the volume of soup I normally make. Okay, so one soup was so pasta-heavy it was practically a casserole. Okay, the other soup was a ridiculously rich chowder. And yeah, there was a bakery's worth of bread on the counter.
This time, lovely X-ray Vicki made chicken chili. Coworker Tonya brought her ever-popular two loaves of French bread. I made snickerdoodles!!
This was my buddy Erik's suggestion. Ooo! According to Wikipedia, that source of information and relentless amusement,
The Joy of Cooking claims that snickerdoodles are probably German in origin, and that the name is a corruption of the German word Schneckennudeln (lit. "snail noodles"), a kind of pastry. A different author suggests that the word "snicker" comes from the Dutch word snekrad, or the German word Schnecke, which both describe a snail shape. Yet another hypothesis suggests that the name has no particular meaning or purpose and is simply a whimsically named cookie that originated from a New England tradition of fanciful cookie names.
I have no idea why I feel the need to know crap like that. I only know that I do. Anyway.
Be assured, Vicki and Tonya have provided secondary testing [Roommate and I did the preliminary round] and these cookies are safe for our coworkers to consume. I'm certain this bathes you in relief, dearest. Take a moment.
I made the cookies on Sunday evening in an effort to avoid my usual staying-up-way-too-late-making-mountains-of-food nonsense. Wasn't that clever? Isn't that great? Aren't you impressed?
Wouldn't it have been better if I managed to stay out of the kitchen last night?
But I didn't. See?
I had to make Firecracker Cornbread. It's Vicki's fault; she made chili. And...I've had the recipe for a while. I really wanted to try it. And I had fresh corn on the cob for it. Look!