The cookies on the left are not pink, they are burnt. These also make great roof-tiles. Don't worry neighbors, we won't dump these on your doorstep. Easter should not be remembered for cracked teeth. Either way, after a cold bitter morning at the cut-throat egg hunt, it was fun to warm up inside and make cookies with Savannah, despite the result...for more on the egg hunt, scroll down.
The day before easter has indeed been busy at the Jenkins home. This morning the city held their annual Easter Egg dash-cut throat-grab my egg and you die-hunt. Needless to say, we survived without any broken bones or pulled hair from disgruntled parents.
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