I need a break. Only one day into the post-Thanksgiving three-day Christmas cookie marathon and already I’m beat. Maybe it’s because I was up until midnight on Turkey Day mixing up dough that had to be chilled overnight and still I woke up at 6am today.
Wagon wheels and the infamous Wild Turkey bourbon balls are done. I make nine batches of bourbon balls at one go. Usually I do it in sprints of three triple batches, but this time I mixed all the ingredients together at once. It worked out pretty good, thanks to a huge white plastic bucket that E tells me is actually a cake carrier. Whatever.
I’m working with a lot of powdered sugar and everything is rolled into balls. Result is my palms are incredibly dried out.