In our house, we call them bakies. Because, like, duh, you don't cook them, you bake them. Then we giggle hysterically. Because we're very easily amused.
This weekend, Gray looked through the Christmas cookie section of marthastewart.com, selected a slew of recipes and we baked Every. Single. One. Including, but not limited to, the chocolate waffle cookies featured in the previous post, jam-stuffed linzer sandwiches and (my personal favorite) pecan bars.
All of the recipes called for massive quantities of creamed butter, so while waiting for it soften, we constructed the structure pictured above. In homage to the Nephilim, who (in case you didn't know), were giants from outer space who built (among other things) the Great Pyramid of Giza, which predicts the imminent arrival of End Times, we called it the Great Butter Pyramid of the Apocalyse.
And then we giggled. Hysterically.