I rarely bake Christmas cookies. Blame Himself.
It goes back to the Year of the Sneaky Cookie Attack. Before house, before children, I baked cookies at Christmas. I had made a batch of cookies a night for nearly a week, packing and hiding each Tupperware container in a different "safe" hiding place. Himself found them, started sampling unbeknownst to me, and nearly decimated the Russian Tea Cake cookies by the time I went to get them to pack a cookie plate for work. I vowed to never make Christmas cookies again!
I have made them a few times since, but not often.
If I get the chance, I hope to make a couple banana nut breads I can freeze and then take to OH when we go spend Christmas with our kids. That, along with a pint of homemade spaghetti sauce, and they'll think they had the best Christmas ever.
Addie, I sure hope
jabbur is feeling better. That post of hers was from
2013.