Maybe I should call it The Hanson Christmas Party That Wasn’t. Or The Party That Only Partly Was.
I had the best of intentions, and not just intentions, but I had a plan. I wrote out a list of what to bake, how to decorate, photos to use. It was going to be even more awesome than my Hanson Halloween party!
And then it just all went wrong.
The first problem was that I tried to do all this when I was really too tired to be in the kitchen. I just got back from vacation a few days before, but it wasn’t a relaxing vacation, it was a running around sightseeing vacation. I flew out of London the day before Hanson flew in, so maybe my bad timing there should have tipped me off that a Hanson Christmas was not to be.
But I was so excited about the idea of it all that I sort of neglected to think about the effort it would take to pull off.
So here’s what happened. First, I saw this Christmas Sweater Cookie set at Walmart.
It’s not the kind of thing I normally buy because I prefer to bake from scratch, but I’d never seen a sweater-shaped cookie cutter before and I thought it would be perfect for My Favorite Christmas Sweater Cookies. Even better, I could bake the cookies and then let people decorate their own, making it interactive, artsy, and a little more fun than just eating cookies.
You may want to have people sing along as they decorate:
This part of my plan went really well. People did have fun decorating (and eating) and I highly recommend doing cookie decorating in your office, Hanson themed or not.
But I also wanted to make Ike-cicles. And how hard can candy making be, right? I saw this tutorial and the beautiful icicle candy this woman made and figured it would be a snap. And it was. Everything snapped. And cracked. And shattered. And burnt the crap out of my fingers in the process.
No man is worth this kind of pain and stress, not even a Hanson with a perfect little curl hanging over his forehead.
I really love that curl.
Ok, so I figured even without Ike-cicles I could still make up some holiday Zacarons and call it a day. Because although I started out an Isaac girl, many hours on Pinterest have swayed me towards the beauty that is Zac. That hair, that smile, that complete goofiness.What’s not to like?
I figured I’d try a little disco dust to make the Zacarons extra shimmery and gorgeous. But then even those went wrong, with my usually perfect macarons cracking and the disco dust clumping into freckles instead of an even coat of awesomeness. In the end I had about 20 decent ones and a whole lot more that went into the trash.
They looked nothing like this:
And this is when I decided to just call it a day. Disappointing, and a little embarrassing, but I think it’s important for you to know that I have kitchen disasters just like everyone else. But I’ll be better prepared next time, believe you me. I’m going to have the best “All This Love Crap” Valentine’s Day Party ever.
And oh, if you have better luck than I do, be sure to top your table off with a broken angel:
I didn’t care that my friends criticized me,