My Christmas haiku…ahem…

I just love Christmas

I bake a lot of cookies

For our cookie jar

It is 8 days before Christmas here at our little New Hampshire homestead and I’ve decided to take next week off my my D.J. (day job) which means I will have plenty of time to bake cookies. I have been going to sleep at night, planning out the batches. There are many types of recipes in my repertoire (origin: French répertoire, from Late Latin repertorium meaning, “Big-ass recipe book up in the cupboard). The tried and true recipes passed through the generations (Coconut-Oatmeal cookies that make your arm hurt from stirring the thick batter), coveted recipes given to me by others (my ex-mother-in-law’s Chocolate Chip cookies that I tweaked a bit to make my own), new recipes I can’t wait to try (I saw this recipe for truffles that looks pretty easy! I STINK at melting chocolate, so we’ll see how it goes) or recipes I married (Rum Balls which make the whole family happy).

I bought a cute cookie jar a few years ago. He’s a happy Santa. I’m not a “cute cookie jar” kind of person, so the fact that this object 1) was purchased 2) was not returned 3) was used 4) was carefully stored and 5) repeat steps 3 & 4  COMPLETELY amazes me. It does, however, make Keith happy and THAT, my friends, is what Christmas is all about. So, the SECOND it comes out of storage (ok, well if you’re going to be literal about it, it is actually approximately 2 hours after it comes out of storage, gets washed and dried and then patiently waits while I whip up and subsequently cool a batch of cookies) it gets filled with homemade goodness. (Ok ok!  So this year, we had Oreos, Jelly Bellys and some packaged biscotti in there until I could make cookies a few nights after we took it out of storage, sheesh, give a  girl a break here. I’ve been BUSY!) (Please go back, read that sentence again and say, “BUSY” in the same tone as Gollum says “PRECIOUS” in this scene, you’ll then understand the tone of how busy I have actually been.)

Here we have those famous chocolate chip cookies. I experimented with three of them and crumbled some bacon into the batter. I haven’t tried them yet, but since baconygoodness is usually a good ingredient, not matter what the dish, I expect them to taste divine.

Each year, I buy holiday plates or platters and arrange a cookie medley for hostess gifts. I also put some in those clear cellophane treat bags (available at Michael’s Crafts), tie with curly ribbon (it doesn’t matter how old I get, curly ribbon and I will never be parted) and give to friends when we see them. We bring an entire platter to Roy and Jen’s for our New Year’s bash each year. They never go to waste. There’s really something about receiving homemade cookies at Christmas that makes the giver, and I hope the receiver, (gosh, imagine if I’ve been giving them all these years and everyone’s like, “Damn, more burned blobs with chocolate!” I doubt that, my cookies rock) happy.

So, although this post wasn’t about our gardens, it was about our little homestead and the feeling that comes from doing it yourself.

My repertoire