  Today was Cookie Day. It's a new family tradition. For the third year running my parents, grandparents, Miss Kitten, and I all gather together one Saturday in December and bake cookies for 10-12 solid hours. Then we divide up the booty and take them to our offices, holiday parties, social groups, etc... Today we made 11 different varieties of cookies, including three batches of sugar cut-outs, Russian tea cakes, peanut bloomers, date rolls, chocolate chip, snickerdoodles, and a cookie Miss Kitten and I are calling...Little Nasties. Their technical name is Fruit Drops. The look (and taste) like a cookie version of fruit cake. Here is Miss Kitten modeling a Fruit Drop , I mean Little Nastie, for you. The whole cookie/fruit cake relationship is pretty gross. To be frank, if you ate nothing but fruit cake--this is what you could expect to pass a few days later. Further, they are absolutely the most disgusting thing you've ever tasted. While the combo of nuts, candied fruit, and dough might read well on paper, it tastes exactly how it looks...like shit. My mother and grandmother claim Fruit Drops are their favorite Christmas cookie. As a result, we make, like, twenty dozen of them. We end up with piles of Fruit Drops /Little Nasties everywhere. I'm sure you've heard all the jokes about how no one actually eats fruit cake but just keeps giving them as gifts along down the line.
Well, we thought up similar roles for Little Nasties. Going to a holiday party out of obligation, or hosted by someone you don't like? Pack some Little Nasties. If you see someone who has tastelessly decorated the exterior of their house (at least 95-98% of persons doing so), you could throw a bunch of Little Nasties at their house (or as an alternative, leave a burning bag of Little Nasties on their stoop). The fun is over whenever we think of how we are going to get rid of our shoebox-sized container filled with Little Nasties.
I entertained the idea of throwing them out into the yard for the squirrels, but Miss Kitten worried the squirrels might throw them back. In all likelihood, we'll save them for New Years Eve. Drunk people will eat up the Little Nasties. And if they throw them up...well, we can just put them back in the box and save them for next year! 
