I don't do pintrest,for the very simple reason that I know it will eat every spare moment showing me fabulous things that will just make me fee inadequate. I can feel perfectly inadequate on my own, thank you very much.
However, I accidentally got sucked into a pintrest-type thing this week. I was reading a blog and wound up here. I left the window on my computer open for an entire week.
I tried to close it, but I couldn't. I was captivated. The peppermint tray held an evil hypnotic hold over me. I needed my own "perfect presentation for Santa's cookies." What kind of mother would I be otherwise?
I could not unsee it; while I had never before heard of such a thing, now that I knew it was in existence I was sure all the way to my bones that my holiday would not be complete unless I made a peppermint tray. Heck, my life would not be complete without a peppermint tray. it was my Christmas Destiny.
The directions were pretty simple:
1. unwrap a lot of candies
2. place in a round baking pan lined with tinfoil
3. back for 8 minutes at 350 and "do not walk away…make sure the candies do not over melt."
I unwrapped the candy.
|Unwrapping is a skill I have.|
I placed in lined pan.
|I can put candy in a pan like a boss|
I put in oven, and checked every 8 seconds for the first minute, then completely forgot about them until the timer went off. Thank God for timers.
|the blurriness is the heat of the oven, |
not my photography skills
I took it out of the oven, and it was like a light from Heaven shined down on me. I Made A Freaking Peppermint Tray!
|Checking frequently is for sissies.|
I photographed it, I held it up to the light, I stared at it in wonder.
|My Very Own Peppermint Tray!|
I Made A Freaking Peppermint Tray!
|Or a frisbee|
For the rest of the week, I will only answer to Our Lady, Queen of Christmas. So what if I got crappy presents for people? So what if I haven't gotten around to vacuuming yet and the house guests will be here any minute? I made a freaking peppermint tray. My work here is done.