Telling food stories, one kitchen at a time
Oh heyyyy, Christmas cookies. There you are. Thought I forgot about you, huh?
Nope. This is the opposite of forgetting about cookies. I sent these cookies to a friend back in April and I’ve been dreaming of double fudgy chewy moist decadent chocolatey chip cookies ever since. But those cookies didn’t have peppermint. Little chewy and crunchy half-melted red-swirled peppermints that elevate the cookies from oh-mah-gah-must-eat-one-now to oh-mah-gah-must-eat-EVERYSINGLEONE-now.
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The thing about December is… all I eat is Christmas Cookies.
I’m just not very hungry for any other foods this month. Everything in the cafeteria looks very… mehhhh. Everything at home… well, there’s nothing at home. I have no substantial food at home. And I don’t have any substantial food because I just can’t think of any appropriate breakfast, lunch, or dinner foods that I would really like to eat.
But set a plate of Christmas Cookies in front of me and I’ll have one of each, please!
[The dietitian in me wants you to know that not all of that is true. I have been eating my proteins and fibers and vegetables. I’m telling the truth about not really feeling like it, but, ya know, health is a priority and all that. ]
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Do you know what goes really well with Christmas Cookies? Christmas Stories.
Does that get you all warm and fuzzy inside? Thinking about Christmas’ past and heartwarming hugs and smiles passing between family members and cozy-jammy-wearing mornings with hot cocoa and cinnamon buns?
That’s not quite a Cushing Christmas.
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