It turned out that in my seven years of frat life (I really liked college, okay?) the cookie legend remained just that; more illusive than Sasquatch, cafeteria food fights or panty raids that didn't end with a restraining order, sexual harassment refreshers and twenty hours of community service.
Not sure what brought this random memory to the surface.
In other news, it looks like Stevie B did some holiday baking yesterday. His mouth-watering iced lemon cookies look so scrumptious, I've been having daydreams about them.
|It always starts the same: The sweet smell of wafting citrus|
with a hint of, is that... cloves? Ooo, risky! I like that.
First a tentative lick of the icing, followed by a tiny nibble...
From there I vary it.
Smart, hunky, sexy, funny and he can bake. That Stevie B really is the total package.