As is tradition in my family, we are always the ones to supply the cookies for the holiday gatherings and gifts. In years' past this always involved my mom and dad slaving away in the kitchen for a week straight. For us kids, it was like living in Santa's bakery...that is if Santa had a bakery.
There were bowls of flour and sugar, cartons of eggs and sprinkles of every color. You could taste the sweet air and feel the warmth of the oven. Us kids got involved more with the decorating and as you can imagine it was always a little messy. Those colored sugars found their way onto the table and floor more often than on the cookie.
Now that us kids are grown, we have tried to lighten the load. The past few years, I've been the one responsible for three different kinds: Chocolate Chip, Peanut Butter and Oatmeal. While basic, these tend to make up the backbone of the giftboxes.
This past weekend started Cookie Season for my family. I spent the better part of Saturday and Sunday making over 33 dozen (400 cookies to be exact...it just happened that way). I didn't have time for the Chocolate Chip, that dough is in the fridge.
Yet, this is nothing in comparison to my parents. I cannot even remember the ridiculous # of dozens; but it's in the 100s. We hope to do the first packing of cookies mid-week, so I'll be taking some photos to share with you.
Until then, if you see the midnight oil burning in the kitchen...you know it's only us.
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