|Broken arm (not mine!) and defective cookies|
But it wasn't without its failures. The photo contains exhibits A and B.
Exhibit A. I finished this year's ornament, pulled it out of the oven, and found I hadn't supported one arm properly. The little dude's arm had bent way out of shape. I quickly tried to bend it back into place before it hardened. I broke off the arm - ripped it right out from his shoulder. Ack! I had been so relieved and excited to complete this thing after spending weeks floundering and an entire afternoon putting it together. And there it was, in pieces. I was too heartbroken to even swear at it.
Luckily, I still had a little of the customized grey and flesh color left. I attached (and properly braced!) a new arm before the oven cooled. I checked on him like five times during the 10 minutes it took to re-bake the arm, just to make sure nothing moved out of place. I was so relieved when he came out whole. Whew!
Exhibit B. I make these awesome chocolate cookies with peanut butter centers. They're very time consuming, so I make them only for Christmas. I heard something snap as I was food-processing the peanut butter mixture and noticed the shaft pin had pulled out. It's done this before and, although annoying, can be fastened back in place. I finished the cookies and baked them. The next morning I discovered the shaft had not pulled loose - the base had snapped. A little piece of plastic was missing. Out of a batch of 60 cookies, how many do you think have plastic shards in them?
I thought all I had left was to dip the toffee, but it looks like I need to make another batch of cookies as well. And get a new food processor. And throw out this batch of cookies (they smelled so good when I took this photo).
Damn. No more holiday failures. Please.