My husband’s aunt (my aunt in-law?) is a real cook and baker. I’m a hobby cookie decorator. She is the real deal. Nate eats all of my cast off rejected cookies. During the holidays, this means a lot of cookies. By the time we get to Christmas, Nate declares that he cannot eat another cookie. And then his aunt hands him a bag of sugary buttery baked goods and suddenly he can actually eat another cookie (or ten.)
