Ever since I made peppermint cookies for the last tea party, I've been increasingly craving peppermint everything. Come Valentine's Day I needed cookies but there was no extract! Not in Tesco, the upselling cheese to me store, the health foods store with a conspicuous amount of chocolate, nor the overpriced coop that would fit in Austin. The English Market had almond, lemon, chocolate, orange, and a selection of vanilla. But no peppermint.

It was drab and continuously rainy the entire evening. This picture was taken at the lowest point, returning in peppermint defeat. In the apartment lobby a steak flavored pringle reinvigorated me and I went out once more. A candy store had sugar free, laxative effect warning, peppermint candies. But good enough to.

The rest of the night was spent crushing them with a pan and putting way too much butter in the dough. And now I'm stuck with 40 cookies that I struggle look at after the two hours I went through for them. At least I don't really want more peppermint anymore.