Ta dah!!!!

The spirit of Christmas, despite the beautiful tree, was sadly absent this morning. I was not all sweetness and light, and there was no warbling of carols as I baked. Sigh.

And once we reached the point where my family hid when I approached, I decided to get a grip and go for a little walk to talk some sense into myself.

See? I baked.

Custies.

Peanut butter crinkles.

Mince pies. Meringues. (They are still cooling in the oven.)

Oh ye of little faith! We will not starve. Mind you, the tins seem to be getting lighter as I speak, because the goodies are being sampled. And actually, why on earth would I want to keep them all for Christmas Day? Now is a good time. As long as the ones destined to be gifts remain untouched, that is.

My Mood of this morning is gone, thank heavens. It was one of those days. You know? When nothing goes right. Nothing was where I thought it was, and there were People In The House. Well, of course there were. And who did I think I was baking for? The walk worked. We are all grateful for the walk, believe me. And seeing the pleasure the baking has given is a salutary reminder of the dangers of getting so caught up in the doing (the Martha part) that we forget the reason . Celebrating a special Birthday. (The Mary part.)

I thought I had that part sorted, but I am human, after all. Not one of my better days. But it is nearly over, and it is really good to look at that stack of tins and know I have baked!

And there will be the cakes to make in the next couple of days too. And dipping the custies in chocolate. And then I will be done. It is all under control. Next time I will start warbling before I enter the kitchen. That may help.