Complimentary Cookery

There's a woman in my 'hood who's been running a holiday cookie exchange for a few years. Last year she actually invited me to join—not my wife, ME! She found out that I liked to bake and tossed my name into the hat with 23 other women to form four groups of six. I was rather flattered to be included.
    The actual exchange night is a party where all the husbands are welcome and we swap goods and imbibe heavily. The event is quite a party, actually, and the cookies are the icing on the cake (so to speak).
    But that's not the only head-swell—this year I've heard that some of the other bakers have requested to be in my group of six. How about that? (As if I needed more ego-boosting!) Actual people enjoyed (or heard tell of such pastry prowess from those who have previously enjoyed) my bakery wonders and now wish to sample my wares. Well, the pressure is certainly on now.
    My, if my head gets any bigger, I'm going to need a new hat.