Do you bake Christmas cookies? I hate to admit this, but I am the worlds worst cookie maker. See how pretty these cookies look? Mine are never this nice. I can’t even manage to get my chocolate chip cookies to be uniform in shape and size. How pathetic is that?
Through the years I worked at night. So when it came time for holiday baking, my husband would bake the cookies with my kids. They hated when I was home to join in because I made such a mess of the cookies. I can bake pies, cakes, but I just don’t have the magic touch for cookies.
When Gary and I married, his mother gave me all of the cookie recipes she had made over the years. Many of them were from Gary’s grandmother. I tried to make them the first year we were married. My husband, what a trooper, never complained once about the terrible cookies I made for him. The next year when I had moved to nights at the hospital, he was just a little too anxious to take over the Christmas cookie baking.
When my oldest grew up she began baking the cookies with her dad. Once or twice I attempted to help and was told that I could line the cookie sheets with parchment paper and the tins that we kept them in for storage.
Absolutely everyone I know can make beautiful, delicious cookies. I’m not sure where I was when that talent was handed out, but I sure missed the boat. So after all these years I have decided to forgo the task of cookie baking and just be a taster.