This weekend, I decided that needed to change. I wanted to surprise Hubby with gingerbread dachshunds. But this was going to take some finagling. Since the first step was to bake the cookies and let them cool, I had to make Hubby promise to stay upstairs. He took the dogs upstairs with him.
I baked up about three dozen cookies. Unfortunately, the design of the cookie cutter included a really thin tail on the dog, and half of the cookies lost their tails. It took a little over an hour to mix the dough, bake the cookies, let them cool, and wash all the dishes so Hubby would not suspect what I had been doing. After the cookies all cooled, I stacked them in a container and hid them.
Later on in the day, Hubby sequestered himself again, this time to wrap Christmas presents. I took this opportunity to ice all the cookies. They looked adorable, even the ones that had no tails. When Hubby came downstairs, I made him close his eyes, and I led him over to the table covered in cookie.
