Hanging out with my family can yield magical results. I walk in from a hectic afternoon of shopping on Christmas Eve with Mom and found Dad alone in the kitchen paging through a coffee table book entitled Bridges. A few moments later, I approach the sweets table looking for a delicious item to put in my mouth and spy the most perplexing Christmas cookie I’ve ever seen. The bowling ball faced ginger bear needed its own, very special homage.
Posted on January 3, 2012 by admin