So, galleons, after my gingerbread baking experiment, I was left with a batch of naked gingerbread people. Which seemed a damn shame, after all the work I’d put into making their sorry asses, so I decided, since it was my weekend and I therefore have some time to kill, that I was going to frost them.
At first, it wasn’t anything too fancy. I went to the store and picked up three colors of icing. Then I remembered how I kept saying, “The spice must flow” and giggling to myself while making them, so I decided to buy some blue so they’d all have melange eyes. Then I remembered I kept calling them “test subjects” and decided I needed some orange because I wanted to make a Chell cookie.
And then I left the damn store, because I really didn’t need to buy anything else.
So, back at my apartment, I set up my little workstation. My final batch of cookies yielded 14 cookies… and I had already eaten one, so I was down to 13. The first three cookies look pretty normal, as I messed with the icing and got the hang of operating that shit again (it’s been a few years since I exercised my mad frostin’ skillz, and I was a bit rusty). Traditional gingerbread decorations. Nothing fancy.
Then, it was time for the Chell cookie. Which I was so proud of that I kind of went nuts with the remainder, mixing up new colors and adding little details and altogether spending entirely too much time making my cookies into a variety of nerd characters.
Here they are, galleons. The fruits of my labors:
And finally (drum roll please)…
So, yeah… entirely too much fun was had by me last night.