On Monday, the unicorn invites went out. Sixteen girls, boys, friends, neighbors and cousins were invited. We just couldn’t pare down any more.
On Thursday we made all of the #7 cookies.
I used the cookie cutters I inherited from Grandma Denny, and the recipe that Krysta gave me.
Everything on Thursday took longer than I meant it to so Karl was actually home by the time we were baking.
Oops. Karl must have been saying something annoying.
I love the way these numbers look lined up on a tray.
We all had tummies full of cookie dough by the end.
In the end, I made a double batch, giving us something like 50 cookies, only 30 of those survived, 7 is a very delicate number.
After kids were in bed, Karl was able to make the dough for the pizzas. It had to rise and a few times, and he ended up leaving in in the fridge for a cold proof.