Saturday, December 22, 2012
It's that time of year. I only make 3 sweets for Christmas, the favorites of decades in my family. I can pass up the pecan snowballs and have just a small piece of Chip N Cherry cake. But oh the sugar cookies! My kids and grandkids, nieces and nephews require them at Christmas, and it's my happy job to deliver. I use the same cookie cutters that my mother used when I was little, and I just ice them but don't decorate them which really would take hours and hours. My kids call them "crack", addicting, and they are. And I always eat them. Every year. I'll send them home to 5 grateful households after Christmas, leaving this grateful household without them.
And it's just once a year. I suppose that is part of why they taste so good. I won't eat commercial sugar cookies; they just aren't nearly as good as mine, and I never let myself eat other people's cookies just in case I like them too much. My family is very good at looking forward to a special food and only eating it then. It's something I trained them to do, then as I've gotten older, their comfortable joy in anticipation of a rare treat comes back to me. I taught my kids, now I learn those same lessons all over again from them. Which is a good thing since at my age weight comes on faster and comes off slower. My grandmother warned me about this phenomenon and I wish she were still here so I could chuckle with her about it.
Time to make the icing, and fight to keep the cats off the cookies. Unfortunately, they like it, too.