Christmas cookies can't help but be retro - they are memory first, sugar-flour-egg-redhot-gumdrop-sparkle reality second.
~ Dana Goodyear
The baking use to start right after Thanksgiving. There were always gingersnaps for Gary, Italian biscotti for Justin, Mexican wedding cakes for me and cream cheese sugar cookies for Brandon and Jordan and there was fudge. And that was just the beginning.
I often made my mother's lemon coconut bread and maybe something with almond extract and jam. When the boys were home they helped but after they headed off to college I would make a batch every few nights, tuck them away in the freezer and wait for everyone to come home. Tins would be filled and the goodness was shared with neighbors and friends and the cookie jar was full the entire holiday season.
Over the last few years the Christmas baking has almost stopped because let's face it, none of us really need those goodies or sweets any longer. So I have cut way back, making just a few treat here and there. It has been years since I had a child in the kitchen with me to help decorate, so you can imagine how fun this was for me. I sent most of them home with him, but saved a few for us to nibble on. The two he made for Santa have every sprinkle I had in the house on them.
And really isn't that what it is all about!
Goodness and love and sprinkles. . .
isn't life grand?