As an adult I still love my cookies and every year I find myself trying to replicate this holiday tradition. Try is the operative word here since making dozens and dozens of cookies of multiple varieties is very time consuming. I am not blessed with my mother's patience so rolling out perfect quarter inch sheets of buttery dough is always feat. Regardless of how I try my dough alternates between being too cold and crumbly and so soft that it just sticks to everything. This is not how I remember my mom's cookies turning out. My tiny, European sized oven is not conducive to cranking out pan after pan of cookies. A single batch can take the better part of an afternoon to make. By the time the real "fun" of decorating is supposed to start I'm worn out. Each year is a repeat of the previous year's frustrations but I am determined to carry on this family tradition.
|Gingerbread Cakelettes ready for their debut
Unlike my mom, I don't give out platters of cookies to everyone I know. Instead, we host a huge holiday party (or two, as was the case this year), and I serve up the cookies as the desserts. The verdict? The cookies were a hit. By the end of the night my hours and days of baking was reduced to a few crumbs on the empty platters.