Even though I have been dieting for a few months I still feel the need to bake cookies. I asked The Husby what kind he especially wants this year and he told me he didn't care if I didn't make any other kind than frosted sugar cookies. No problem! They're my favorite, too. Weird thing about frosted sugar cookies. My own mother never made them while I was growing up. Not ever. Not that I felt deprived, mind you. She made all kinds of date bars, fudge, divinity, cream wafers, and those buttery cookies that have to go through a press before baking. What are those things called, anyway?
But sugar cookies that were rolled out, cut out, baked and frosted with various colors of icing and then maybe topped off with colored sugars, dragees and other little pieces of ornament? No. I think because she didn't make these I formed the opinion that they were somewhat inferior to all other Christmas cookies. I tasted a few over the years and they were okay, but nothing prompted me to make my own until about 20 years ago a co-worker brought some to work that his wife had made. I remember cornering him and demanding the recipe, these cookies were that good. They have been the favorite holiday cookie ever since.
So even though I am making a few other holiday goodies, these sugar cookies are front and center. I mailed my daughter some the other day, too. Usually my granddaughter and I make them together at her house but this year, thanks to me being obliged to do MY CIVIC DUTY and be available for jury duty, I'm stuck here. But Christmas Eve I'm throwing off the chains of my diet and eating sugar cookies and having some egg nog while I watch "A Christmas Story" on the 24 hour marathon on TBS. Almost heaven, I'm tellin' ya.
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