20 Dozen

Viggo and I were in Illinois this weekend.
Nate stayed home with the girls.
They completely surprised Viggo and I with 20 dozen Christmas cookies.

I knew there were cookies waiting for us but I was not prepared for the amount and variety. There were several containers on the counter full of cookies.

I said to Nate, "Did you make these? All of them?" Not that Nate isn't capable of making them. But, I mean, that was a ton of work, and I have witnessed Nate purchasing plates of Christmas cookies for church fundraising. Made by people who have the time to make them.

Yes. He and the girls made all of them. He even went shopping to buy all the fixins' so he wouldn't wipe out my stash of ingredients. What. A. Guy.

They made sugar cookies. LOTS of them.

Chocolate cookies with chocolate stars, on the left.
Yes, those are chocolate cookies with Andes mints on the right, and no, I'm not sharing them.

Peanut butter blossoms with chocolate stars.

Christmas wreaths . . . not sure what these are made out of, but I have a feeling green food coloring is involved. With cinnamon red-hots. We're so super-festive.

Chocolate-dipped peanut butter balls.

The inside of one. It's crispy/creamy/crunchy/peanut-buttery heaven.

If you are not at our house right now, you are missing out.

But wait; there's more! Anything else that wasn't nailed down in the pantry was also dipped in chocolate. So there's some chocolate-dipped skorpa, and chocolate-dipped Nilla wafers.

I told the kids to have a Christmas cookie this morning and Elin pulled a stool right up to the counter and dug in.

Viggo said, "I know Daddy rarely cooks, but when he cooks, he cooks crazy-good things." Nate is amazing. I'm not sharing him either.