Once upon a time I’d spend an entire December weekend in the kitchen baking hundreds of cookies in all shapes and sizes. I placed them in pretty little boxes, tied them up with shiny ribbon and then delivered them to friends, neighbours, coworkers, and family. It was all very Martha Stewart.
And it was all before the little man came into my life and taught me that there are other ways I’d rather spend my time. However, Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas to me without baking a few cookies, so we made a batch together. Flour covered the counter like a blanket of snow, ending up in every corner of the kitchen. But it was a mess I didn’t mind cleaning as I was grateful to share this tradition with him.
They were the best batch of Christmas cookies I’ve ever made.