So, the weird thing is, since I cut sugar from my diet a few months ago, I've become a compulsive baker. Seriously. It's like, not a good week if I haven't whipped up a batch of cookies to give to someone or take to work. Or, to even stick in my freezer. I never touch them, but I can't stop baking them! It's kind of sick. I feel like I should be doing it in the dead of night, with the shades drawn and the door locked. It makes me feel dirty. Check this out:

This is ONE NIGHT'S work: icebox cookies, stained glass cookies, sugar cookies, double chocolate peppermint ganache sandwich cookies, Kentish Bramble Jelly cookies, sugar cookies, sandwich cookies, and homemade truffles. Oh yeah, and Scotch shortbread.

Clockwise, from left: Oreo truffle dipped in white chocolate, Bailey's, Mocha, cherry dipped in milk chocolate, cheesecake, peanut butter and dark chocolate. Center: cookie dough truffle dipped in dark chocolate. Hope they taste good; I didn't try 'em.

Kentish Bramble Jelly Cookie.

"Stuck-together" cookies. My Grandma's recipe.

Icebox cookies. Martha's recipe.

So, yeah, I guess if you want some cookies send me a self-addressed stamped cookie tin. Allow a few days for shipment.