Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Nine Days Early

We hide the fudge when the doorbell rings. Call it a family tradition...

December 22:

The slothful home teacher showed up tonight, bearing a plate of 'goodies' his wife prepared while also plotting to lace his eggnog with strychnine. This is because he waited until the last minute to ask her to make the treats, so if the sugar cookies are so burnt they apparently came out of an oven in Pompeii, "TOUGH, that's what you get, mister, next time use a calendar for crying out loud".

Re-gift the cookies to the president of the Homeowners' Association, and feast on fudge.

10 comments:

Kazzy said...

That reminds me... I better get my husband going on baking for my VT ladies!

The Garden of Egan said...

OUCH!

M-Cat said...

Excellent plan. Splenda waited til the last second so he had to make his treat all by himself. Which actually is a GOOD thing. Don't leave those things to me. His families struck gold

Jessica said...

Been there. Need more fudge. Can we continue the fudge-a-thon through Valentines Day? January is a grim month.

Kristina P. said...

I'm pretty sure you need my address to send me some fudge.

Brooke said...

Around here, the ward gift-of-choice is homemade jam from the summer. This is why I look like the grasshopper all summer, laying around at the beach and munching on berries while all the ants are busily canning in their hot kitchens. Pays off for me, though. I already been given a counterfull of jam jars with pretty little Christmas bows. :-)

Debbie said...

Well, this sounds perfectly reasonable to me.

brudcrew said...

My hubby hasn't even mentioned HT gifts. Can't decide wether or not to even ask. As for hiding fudge... I find that I hide it from everyone, even the kids! Maybe I have a problem here :)

Shelley said...

hehehe....

L.T. Elliot said...

I've been feasting on your fudge recipe and now I'm just getting fat. Of course, I'm happy, though!