Tomorrow is the big day friends. What?! You don't know? That's okay. I'll tell you. Settle in. It's a good story. Once upon a time, I lived in South Korea. And I started making cookies because I had a tiny oven and I pretty much had no other choice as it would be impossible to bake anything else like 12 tier cakes or 2 loaves of bread at the same time. And then I wanted to buy cookie cutters, but they don't sell them anywhere in South Korea. ( Well, to be fair, they do sometimes sell them at the grocery store that was in the next town over. But it took 45 minutes to drive there, plus 20 minutes of children loading/unloading on each side. So when you add those together, it took like 3 days to get to this grocery store that only sometimes sold cookie cutters.) So my only option was to order things from this little box that sits on my lap. My children like to call it "the computer store." But since I am driven by impulse and not reason, I rarely order ...
