Homemade Christmas Cookies

My sister was bemoaning having to bake some Christmas cookies as neither of the two bakers in the family would be coming in to visit over the holidays. She is a busy woman juggling two part-time jobs and a household, so understandably cookie-baking is relegated to the back burner. Hers is a familiar story in this day and age of dual-career or single-parent families.

She does have happy memories of helping decorate eggnog cookies, the huge recipe filling the dining table with sparkling colored sugars and silver dragees (illegal in California now!). When she and I got to be teens we took over the job of holiday baking as our mother much preferred cooking to toiling over dough. I still make these mild nutmeg-flavored butter cookies and hope my children follow in the tradition. They do like to help decorate and my youngest loves rolling the dough and cutting shapes.

Homemade cookie-baking is becoming a lost art known mostly to grandmothers now. In these days of busyness (and dieting) many families end up with a box of storebought cookies or at best the sugar cookies from those rolls of dough in the dairy case. My daughter has little friends that like to come over and help bake because it is just not done much in their own homes. I have taught them how to pack down the brown sugar in the measuring cup but let the flour be light and fluffy. I ask them how many quarter-cups make a whole cup, which is the half-teaspoon, what makes the cookie dough rise. Baking can be a math as well as chemistry lesson.

The only “younger” person I know who really bakes for the holidays (besides me) is our neighbor, the Cookie Queen, who each year has an open house filled with every cookie imaginable. She puts all us other moms to shame! She starts in September, I think, and must have a freezer set aside just for cookies. Her sons are lucky kids whose wives will have some big oven mitts to fill.

So perhaps you can make REAL cookie baking a holiday tradition for your family. Just one batch is enough to thrill the kids. Warm up the oven on a cold day, mix those comforting baking smells with the evergreen scent of the tree, and enjoy soft, fresh cookies – without the preservatives!

Merry Christmas!

PS: for the eggnog cookie recipe, see Making Christmas Memories from Dec 2005

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Family Newsletters… like Fruitcake?

Yesterday’s “Dear Abby” had a letter from someone who hated reading those newsletters that arrive with the Christmas cards. Abby reminded the person that the trash can is available. I think she missed the point. Why do people dislike those newsletters that come but once a year telling them how their friends have been doing? If you don’t care about someone’s life, why are you friends with them? Why are they on your Christmas card list?

Ok, some people do not write fun newsletters. Some newsletters drone on and on; but, there is a method of reading called “skimming.” Many newsletters sound like a brag session; if you are intimidated, you might want to work on your own self-esteem. Other people’s good fortune is not a reflection on you and has little direct relationship to happiness or the true meaning of success.

Each year I enjoy reading the few newsletters we get. Most are from people I never see or speak to all year, but were an important part of our lives at one time. I like hearing the basics about their lives, finding out who the kids are growing up to be, and especially seeing photo printouts of their happy faces. Our neighbor sends a newsletter sprinkled with humor as her two sons are bright, clever characters definitely worth writing about.

I enjoy getting those newsletters. I know people who ASK their old friends for news, any news about their lives. What I don’t enjoy is getting a Christmas card from a faraway friend and there is nothing but a signature…

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Family Trip to the Art Museum

Our youngest daughter brought home an interesting brochure from her school fieldtrip to our local art museum, so we decided to take a family trip to the museum, bringing along my mother, too. Now, the adults in our family are not big fans of modern art, so the stroll through that area gave us mixed opinions. My daughter and I marveled, however, at Tara Donovan’s “Haze” which is a wall of white soda straws stacked to look like a cloud, or like choppy waves. The open ends of the straws face viewers and although the surface of this piece actually looks solid, by moving our heads to look at different sections, the open straw ends would appear like magic, reminding us of honeycombs.

We also saw Tara Donovan’s “Plastic Cups” exhibit where a whole small room was filled with stacked cups arranged to form a low mountain range. We all wanted to touch the cups to see if they were glued together. The museum guard must have had quite a job making sure a roomful of school kids didn’t touch that exhibit! It was really fun to see what can be done with mere plasticware.

My mother and I spent some time looking at a wall-sized work by Anselm Kiefer called “Burning Rods.” This is a charred landscape of paint, ceramic, iron, copper, lead and straw that is meant to portray Chernobyl – land ravaged by nuclear disaster. This work attracted us like moths to a flame; the burnt colors, the peeling flesh of paint and metal. It reminded my mother of the horrors she saw at the Nagasaki Atomic Bomb Museum fifteen years ago. For her, the Anselm Kiefer piece spoke to her of the unspeakable.

Finally, we journeyed through a special exhibit of wood carvings done by the natives of New Ireland, a small group of islands a ways off Australia. The carvings were beautifully and amazingly intricate. I read the plaques to my daughter and tried to explain the culture to her and my mother. I had to laught as my mom kept refering to the pieces as “modern art.” Together we learned about the fascinating, colorful, and imaginative life of another world.

I wasn’t sure how this trip to the art museum would set with my young active daughter and my elder mother, who only likes conservative paintings, but it went well. My husband was able to disappear and visit the old European paintings which he is happiest exploring. I think we all had an eye-opening time though, learning together, exposing ourselves to something different. Every once in a while we need to grow our minds.

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