So, today is a Swedish Christmas Holiday. December 13th is St. Lucia Day. In honor of this holiday, I got together with my mom to bake a bunch of Swedish Christmas cookies and saffron bread (St Lucia Buns!) Now, as many of you may remember, my mother is anything but normal... or prude.
Which explains why she has cookie cutters of Santa that look like this:
Yup. I literally made about 35 of those creepy little Santa freaks and I am not proud. (Okay, I kind of am proud due to the comedy gold that I was finding in it, but morally I am not proud!) So, I was also extra careful when spacing them out on the cookie sheet.
Mom: Emelie, you can put them closer together than that!
Me: Mother, we do not need these things looking any more inappropriate than the already do. I think some distance is mandatory. If I could give them each their own cookie sheet, I would.
Mom: Oh, Emelie. Stop being gross!
Me: Me?!?? I'm the one being gross??? I'm sorry, but someone was clearly not thinking in the cookie cutter factory that day. I'm just saying.
To back up my point, I sent that photo to John Hamm, Gumby, and Apollo
John Hamm: What the hell?
Gumby: I don't even know how that looks like Santa!!
Me: Welcome to life with my mother. Nothing is sacred.
I suspect that Apollo was too ashamed or embarrassed to reply. He is probably cursing me for having ruined the sanctity of Christmas or something. He is such a stickler.