*Later/nowish this morning...
UD, returning with a new fresh gallon of milk: So, do we have all the other ingredients ready?
Me: Think so... *Sprays baking pan while Count washes the number-shaped cookie cutters.
We follow the recipe as read aloud by Uncle D, measuring and sifting the flour and then the baking powder, adding some chilled butter, doing what needs be done to make fresh cookie batter.
Me: Add the yolks while I get the oats and raisins.
Count: Don't forget the crunchy peanut butter.
UD, cracking eggs: What about the pumpkin pie filling we didn't use this year?
Me: Sure, that too.
The activity in the common room kitchens continue... Kneading and rolling and cutting and arranging the sheets of cookies into the oven.
UD: So... What about that fanfic idea of yours?
Me: Well, Ima thinking about it. HP movies this weekend, and my sister was planning on flying back home for a month from Mexico while she's on holiday between semesters studying medicinal practices. Also, I need a good song or fragment of one to lead in with. Will have to cull through the Christmas folder to find something that suits the opening tone.
Count: That sounds vonderful.
Me: Yep. *The oven clock pings, finishing off the first batches. Okay Count and Uncle D, we have to work quick in merging some of the digits into higher numerals. You do have the list of forum friends don't you?
Count: Never fear, ve know who to wisit with these lovelies. *Holding a number 9 cookie, looking at it fondly.
The group continues their work, allowing the goodies to cool off a little before sneaking out into the halls of the dorms.
Me: Oh yeah... We'll probably have to use the bats to fly some of the orders. Oh well.