From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Holiday Cookies

Becca put out this great recipe for sugar cookies and I tried it. I had some initial difficulties resulting from the fact that I don't, rather haven't, baked. Like, ever.
So I muddled through 20 minutes of beating together sugar and butter and dough that was way sticky. Today I pulled out the chilled dough and we came up with these:



Dea helped me frost most of them.
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2 comments:

Jessie T. said...

They look fantastic! Nice job.

December 29, 2009 at 1:43 PM
Anonymous said...

They look great! Wow! You are awesome - I can't believe you are starting out baking - it took me 48 1/2 tries to stop burning them... :)

February 24, 2010 at 2:53 PM

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