Knowing there was going to be a big storm yesterday, I planned my weekend accordingly: shopping on Saturday (still not done, but getting closer…) and baking on Sunday during the storm.
Thanks to my good friend, Caffeine (see above), I baked like crazy on Sunday from about 9:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. Oh, and I also made a pot of corn chowder and addressed over 100 Christmas cards. See? I told you I was a machine. Unfortunately, some people who read this blog will be the recipients of the baked goods, so I can’t show them to you…sorry. I know it’s not much, but will you settle for a picture of me in my baking gear?
I’m wearing camouflage pants (my Dad would be so proud!) because I am a soldier in the Baking Army. And yes, the Chucks are the standard Army issue footwear. And of course, my apron is red — you’re not surprised, are you? 
That pastry blender on my lap was broken before the day was out…it was a pretty serious day of baking.
I too, am part of this baking army you fondly reference! I was eyeball deep in it yesterday *and* today … and most likely the rest of the week.
Unfortunately, I can’t show you either – since you’re one of the recipients
I love a good treat swap and can’t wait to go into a coma after tasting all of your hard work (hopefully)!
I love the fact that in the “mirror” photo, it looks like angelic, saintly rays are eminating from your head. St. Susan, patron saint of camouflage-wearing bakers! Merry Christmas!!!
It is iconic, isn’t it? She should be holding the pastry blender in one hand and holding up the other in some beatific gesture, as though offering a plate of cookies.