Cookies on My Mind
Made to give, not to eat.
About the only food I’m worrying about these days is cookies. Over our record breaking snowy weekend I made my annual pizzelle recipe which I always give as a holiday gift to my friend Joanne. I have no choice. She gave me a pizzelle maker many years ago so I could make them for her. Please don’t give me any kitchen appliances with strings attached. As you can see, I take my obligations very seriously. But, kidding aside, this pizzelle maker created a tradition in our home and now the girls look forward to these cookies ever year.
In talking with my friends Stacey and Lori last week, they mentioned how they make cookies for the middle school teachers. You know when kids leave grade school, most parents give up the expensive Christmas teacher gifts, and these poor middle school teachers, who have to deal with teens and their raging hormones, get no special thanks for their trouble. My friends told me they make Ina Garten’s Jam Thumbprint cookies for this purpose because they make nice gifts. So I pulled out my Ina book, and lo and behold I found the recipe. So there you have my second cookie recipe of the weekend, a good recommendation.
When the girls were leaving piano lessons last week, Fran, their teacher, gave me a fruit filled cookie made with a cream cheese dough. I had made these cookies many years ago from my aunt’s recipe, and had completely forgotten about them. Louisa immediately demanded that I make these cookies because they were so good. I mixed up the dough yesterday and had planned to bake them today. Didn’t happen with the snow day and the extra travel time required to get around our town. I hope to get to them tomorrow. That way I can move on to my gingerbread cookie recipe…
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I’ve heard some cookie doughs improve when aged. Perhaps you’ll have serredipitous experience with your cream cheese cookies.
Fingers are crossed that I do. The dough was supposed to be refrigerated 24 hours, so how bad can 48 hours be?