How much is that scottie in the window?

Jingle bells, Barney smells, Miss Beazley bit the dust...

It always happens the week preceding Thanksgiving when a sense of urgency begins to tingle my nerves and I try my best not to give in. You know what I'm getting at, and no, it's not fretting over the turkey dinner. I'm talking about the holiday gift foods crowding the aisles, that, while so obnoxious to see in September (panettone? pandoro? anyone?), will inevitably and eventually break through resolves of not buying them earlier on. Take, for instance, this example of what the ideal shortbread means to me. Cute, no?

And this is why I consider myself very lucky to live out in the boonies where shopping malls don't exist. This past Sunday was a special date - 20.11.2011 in european format - and we went on another gorgeous fall hike to celebrate the day. I'm still coming down from the high of all that fresh mountain air. The scottie dog shapes are just the first of many more xmas cookies to come.