My cookies were baked while I dodged Riley, the beast! Underfoot the whole time. When he got too bad, he had to go in his kennel, or be tied outdoors. I got up very early and got a batch into the oven before my husband, or the dog, got up. Then I did another batch when Riley was down for his nap and my husband at work. Trouble is, I don’t really know how most of them taste because they went right into the freezer. But, I am no candidate for the Great British Baking Show. I can’t pipe worth a d—n. Broke 2 piping machines. Finally bought a plain old piping bag, but I haven’t tried it yet.
Well, you can buy squirty stuff in cans...
(I’m not proud - whatever works in the situation ;-)