I spent Saturday and Sunday in my own little world baking to my heart’s content. After a few years of not allowing myself this time I was unsure if would enjoy it. Did I stop because my job “took too much of my time” or did I use my job as an excuse to stop an annual ritual I did not enjoy.
I spent Friday night picking one classic recipe from previous years and the rest came from cookbooks and the internet. If I was going to turn over a new leaf, let’s get out of the box as well. If I had quit because it was no longer fun, maybe it was making the same cookies year in year out. I was going to make things that no one had ever seen in a cookie box of mine before.
Saturday came and I plugged holiday movies in the DVD player and set my kitchen up for baking. I baked cookies and more cookies. I finished off supplies I had to the point that Saturday night meant a shopping trip for more flour, sugar and eggs. It had been a great productive day. I had made my one classic and some new ones.
Sunday morning came and my kitchen was restocked. My second and final day of baking was to begin. My first question of the process began when my husband tasted one of my beautiful new cookies made on Saturday. I had thought they were nasty yucky, but my husband is like Mikey he will eat anything. He spit it out. This was the pivotal moment was I going to let this stop me. Lucky for my cookie recipients despite the baking disaster, I was not deterred. Sunday would bring more Christmas movies and many more batches cookies.
Sunday night brought the reason I do all of this, to give it all away. I got out my containers, put notes on each as to who they belonged to and how cookies of each variety that meant. I took each batch and divided them up between my boxes, making sure each box got enough that everyone in each family got a taste. If there were a few left over I would think what family would really like this cookie. I had this silly moment of “did I bake enough varieties?” I am not sure how many Christmas cookies you need, but am sure that this number is the perfect number for me. There were Fudgey Bonbons, PB&J Blondies , Snow Cap Meringues, White Heavenly Hash, Cherry Macaroons, Peanut Butter Nanaimo Bars, Italian Lemon Drop Cookies, Dave’s Christmas Crunch Cookies, Peppermint Bark and Banana Chocolate Chip Oatmeal.. Once they were divided up in to containers, I got out my collection of priority mail boxes and made them ready for shipping. They left our little post office in Montana on Monday destined for family and friends.
I had a great time. I was also glad it was all done, baked, packaged and shipped. I had spent two days making gifts of the heart. I am likely to do it again next year, it seems I had not lost my baking spirit after all.
In case you are wondering he disastrous Pumpkin Orange cookies went to the chickens. Probably gave them a sugar high, but could not eat them, nor give them.