My annual Ode to Christmas shopping demands a follow-up. Well, it may not technically “demand” a coda, but I’m in the mood to write it, so this could be my last posting before the holidays, unless Clement Moore inspires me to write a Victorian Christmas Classic, which I seriously doubt. After a sensible time of reflection and renewal, I’ll wax eloquent on the New Year and all of its glorious potential. But for now, let’s talk about the universal tradition – baking Christmas cookies. We seldom if ever bake cookies during the year. Oh, sure, we have decorative cupcakes and candies for Valentine’s Day, breads for Easter, Apple Pie on the 4th of July, and pumpkin breads in the fall. Most of the time, though, store-bought works just fine. Susan likes chocolate-chip, which I like too, and I sometimes swerve into ginger cookie or hermit land. At the holiday season, though, there’s a whole renaissance of cookie baking that somehow is just a part of our humanity. Someday, scientists will identify a Winter Solstice Cooking Baking gene embedded in our DNA. Continue reading “Ten Cookies A’Bakin’”
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