As you know, I like to vary my holiday baking from year to year. Each year there are the “they’d kill me if I didn’t make these.” These are your rum butter nuts, schweddy balls (chocolate peanut butter bon bons) and sugar cookies. Then there are the newbies–always at least one or two. The newbies aspire to be tried and true. Sometimes they advance, like the World Peace addition from a couple of years ago. Sometimes they see a single season …
No recipe this week. Just some pictures and a list from the last month.
Lots of citrus to power several batches of citrus sables.
Rum butter nuts.
World peace cookie dough assembly line.
Several dozen kittens with whiskers.
I’ll admit, I had a little bit of a hard time giving these up.
Warm woolen mittens.
The wrapping station.
This is what nearly 2,300 cookies, candies and fun bits looks like close up.
Near….far…(in Elmo voice).
Nearly done packaging for shipping and delivery.
All boxed up.
This year’s label and sincere sentiment.
The 2014 …
Total number of goodies distributed: 2,261
Total number of goodies made (includes goodies for parties, TD’s allowance etc): 2,415
While Jenn was closest she guessed after the deadline, so our winner was Brenda with a guess of 1650. Congrats also go to you clever guessers who got this year’s theme correct (The song Favorite Things).
Other fun facts:
Audible.com was my friend. While baking I listened to Wonder by R.J. Palacio, Yes Please by Amy Poehler and Stephen King’s Revival. And of course, Serial.
Up until an age I am truly embarrassed to admit, I believed that poppy seeds were dried spider eggs. I also believed cheetos were super old rusty nails–and thus, a good source of irn. That aliens often landed in our local mountains (serendipitously close to times when we’d be camping there) and that it was impossible to eat and be cold at the same time.
It should be no surprise then that my relationship with poppy seeds is a little …
Almost there folks. As you can see from the 2014 Holi-day calendar above (click on it), it’s all over but the packaging. With only one Tuesday left in this partay here is the running total:
The last two items aren’t in here because I cut it off at Sunday. So, that count will go up one more time. As I explained in the beginning, we’ll call it at the number distributed and the above is the running total of produced. So, the …
I’ve lost count of the number of shortbread and sable recipes palling around on the Misanthropic Hostess.
I think shortbread has become my holy grail. Such a simple cookie. And, probably because of this, so easy to get “not quite right.”
This recipe comes from the first Tartine cookbook. I bought the book for the famed bakery’s laminated dough recipe. But, like a moth to the flame, this, not their croissants was the first recipe I tried.
And, it does not disappoint. It’s …
…this isn’t counting the toffee, a late swap-in for the bad caramel juju I had going on. I’ll figure out how to count this at the end…but for reference, there are currently six, one-gallon bags of it sitting on our piano.
I have now entered the “what was I thinking” portion of this regime. It happens every year and I liken it to when I used to swim the 1,000 . Every time I’d pass the 350 mark…when the adrenaline of the …
Well, the filling is important too. But in this post, just in time for Thanksgiving, we’re focusing on crust.
And a song that has been stuck in my head for weeks.
The following things top my list of fears: sharks, bears, spiders, making pie crust and fake hair pieces (don’t ask). If I were ever to get caught in the storyline of Stephen King’s It, the fear scenario would include me in a mall with hundreds of those hair-piece kiosks while being chased …