This entry is going to make me look like a dick when juxtaposed with Heather’s excellent and spot-on “war on Christmas” post. I have only this to say in my defense: I don’t have a lot of patience for Christmas, I don’t like carols or bright lights or other people, but I love cookies. SO here we go.
These are not necessarily gourmet, but they are My Mother’s Christmas Cookies, and despite their being kind of unwieldy to eat (my instinct is to bite them in half, but it’s really difficult to neatly bisect a Hershey’s kiss lengthwise, so you end up getting one bite with zero chocolate and one bite with SO MUCH chocolate) they are always good to put in your mouth. They are like the only thing my father misses from my parents’ marriage! Overshare, but true!
I made these this week, mostly to give my boss as a present. The response was “Rachel! These are like something you could buy in a store!” Which I guess is good? Anyways, they are pretty nice! I like them because while I do enjoy confections that have been dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with sugar and then speared on a candy cane or whatever, sometimes it’s good to have something a little lighter and simpler to cleanse the palate a little. You know? Yeah, you know.
I haven’t made these, but oh my God, check them out! Whoever made these should be a brain surgeon! Or have some other job that requires both incredible precision and fine motor control along with an in-depth knowledge of many different game controllers. Should I eat these or play Wii Tennis with them? I DON’T EVEN KNOW.
I’m told that, for people who enjoy these things, Trader Joe’s Peppermint JoJos are really just the ultimate experience. I don’t not believe this, but I do believe that most things that are delicious off a shelf are at least as delicious when made at home. Look how cute and soft and puffy they look!
I got to eat one of these the other day; my brother dropped by the Greek pizza place in our hometown to say what’s up now that he’s back in the neighborhood, and was plied with tiny buttery cookies. They’re pretty good! Like butter cookies, but with less overwhelming amounts of butter. I am sure there is a story behind the distinctive shape, but I do not know what it is. Maybe people as neurotic as I am can disassemble it on their napkins piece by piece and then eat it! I bet that’s it.