I have been obsessed with baking cookies. Every time I tell myself “No more”, I really don’t mean it.

Until today. Today I am determined to store the baking sheets, the cooling racks, the Costco-sized bottle of pure vanilla extract in the cabinets.

It has been great fun. Every morning another tempting cookie recipe would appear on the home page of my computer. Ah, those algorithm’s…

The jam-filled thumbprint cookies were not my finest moment. But they taste good.

The peppermint pink-frosted sugar cookies are a little crazy looking, but Banjo Man ate three and declared them to be delicious.

In the freezer are sugar cookies waiting to be decorated by the Funny Grandson, who assures me he is not too old for the Christmas Eve tradition. There are candy cane cookies and shortbreads, white chocolate brownies (gluten free for my little friend Sam), along with gluten-free shortbreads and sugar cookies waiting to be drizzled with chocolate.

Oh, there is a cranberry cake. And two frozen (store bought) pies waiting to be baked when folks get hungry.

Can you tell I’m excited for the Texans to arrive?