So. Many. Cookies!

So. Many. Cookies! December 20, 2011

One of my favorite books of all time–a book I loved as a child and still love–is Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House in the Big Woods. And one of the best parts of that book is the chapter on Christmas–it’s the one where the cousins come and Laura receives her rag doll, Susan. {Charlotte! Not Susan! Susan was my rag doll. And the Ingalls’ cat.} But as in all the Little House books, Laura’s keenest memories seem to be about food.(See why I love her?)

“Ma was busy all day long, cooking good things for Christmas. She baked salt-rising bread and ‘Injun bread,’ Swedish crackers, and a huge pan of baked beans, with salt pork and molasses. She baked vinegar pies and dried-apple pies, and filled a big jar with cookies, and she let Laura and Mary lick the cake spoon.”

My sons love the ‘Laura books,’ as they call them, and while they’re most intrigued by Pa’s guns and tales of wild animals, they also like all the ‘food parts.’ And they like begging for (and eating) cookies. So does my husband. He’s been eating–and stealing–so many cookies that I made some Type II diabetes crack at him this morning.He looked wounded and said, “you shouldn’t call your blog ‘eat with joy.’ Teasing me about diabetes is not joyful. Don’t make fun of how many cookies I’m eating!”

Okay, sweetheart, okay. You’re right. Christmas comes but once a year, and good thing, too, because making 5 dozen cookies a day is not sustainable in any sense of that word. I’ve been spending almost as much time in the kitchen as Caroline Ingalls!

{Though she wasn’t lucky enough to have a temperature-regulated oven, much less a KitchenAid stand mixer. So I’ll quit whingeing.}

Here’s hoping your holiday preparations are filling you with much more pleasure than pain!

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