Every surface is covered with dirty spatulas, greased baking sheets, and batter-smeared bowls.
It's fun and festive, though.
I'm in a cookie-baking windstorm.
Things are looking mighty tasty.
And it smells terrific.
But I had to banish the pugs from the kitchen.
They were trying to lick up all the spilled flour, nuts, and sprinkles.
So I made a temporary barricade from a turned-over chair, a placemat, and a seat cushion.
Not everybody is happy about that.