Here's a tiny hint for tonight's cookie recipe:
OK, that probably totally gave it away. But I must tell you that I hate surprises. Just ask Jon. When we were in college, I'd always give away the endings of the novels we were reading. For example: "Are you at the part where she gets paid to throw
oranges grapefruit at the guy?" But I digress...
More specifically, I hate surprise presents. I think I get it from my brother. Just ask Mumma. One year, my parents locked all our Christmas presents in a cabinet in my dad's workshop. They didn't know that my brother, the future engineer, would be smart enough to take the cabinet's doors of their hinges. Who needs a key when you can use a screwdriver. Christmas was almost canceled that year, but my dad--the big softy--gave in.
Long story short: I don't like suprises. So stay tuned for a certain classic English Christmas dessert turned into a cookie. That's all I'm saying. Really. That's it!