Wednesday, December 21, 2011
I thought I'd explain a little about my Christmas cookie tradition. The thing I remember most about Christmas as a kid was that my dad would bake cookies, lots and lots of cookies. He counted one year. He had made over 3000 (yes, three thousand) cookies. He would divide them up on trays to give to friends and to take to work. When I was a pharmacy student, he dressed up as Santa (full Santa suit) and delivered a tray of cookies to the hospital pharmacy that I was working. I still remember Jackie (a coworker) getting my attention to tell me that someone was at the window for me. I still work at the same hospital, and the people that worked there when I was a student ask me every year, "Does your dad still make all those cookies?"
My dad doesn't bake as much as he used to. He has diabetes now, so it's not good for him or mom to have all those cookies around. So, I try to carry on the tradition. A few years ago we homeschooled. We started our Christmas break three weeks before Christmas and started baking. I should have counted cookies that year. I'm sure that was the closest I've ever come to my dad's numbers. This year I'm taking three days to bake. Yesterday I finished 365 cookies. I have two double batches of dough in the fridge and plans to make several more batches. So far I've made chocolate chip, chocolate peanut butter chip, and oatmeal scotchies. The white chocolate peppermint and cocoa kiss doughs are ready to go. I'm planning on coconut maccaroons, peanut butter, and something else with white chips, and possibly some repeat batches as well. The kids will dip pretzels. They LOVE doing that every year. My dining room ends up "dipped" in almond bark. It's a total mess, but it's also totally fun. We never host Christmas dinner, so the house doesn't have to be perfect.
That's the story of my baking. I love cookies!