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Is it horrible to admit that there are times that I just don’t feel like writing? I mean, they don’t happen all that often, but happen they do.

Tonight is one of those moments.

I try to never let more than three days pass without posting (And really, I prefer daily or every other day) but tonight I am just so content in my real life that it almost seems sinful to open up my laptop. I had a lovely evening. Jon’s family came over and we ate, played games and watched one of the best movies of all time, “The Muppet Christmas Carol”.

After laughing and crying over those delightful muppet creatures, we watched “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” and Jon sang, “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” for everyone. He sang it at his company Christmas party last night. Well, we both sang.  Ever since she found out that Jonathan and I met in Chamber Choir at college, the receptionist has been trying to get the two of us to sing.

We finally gave it and did it.  We performed with a jazz duo, my sister in law who is a gifted jazz pianist, and an electric bass player. We wanted to show a range of styles so we did three traditional English carols, then we did the jazzy, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” and Jon soloed on the Grinch piece. He is SO freaking talented. You all should hear him. He won’t let me post the video, but he rocked the house and I think we sounded ok on our pieces.

We wrapped up the evening by playing Apples to Apples, a game of hilarity that every family should own.

It was so nice having family around.

After they left, Jon and I cleaned everything up and I finally got my house whipped into shape. I probably should have done it before the relatives came, but the day was a bit crazy.

Right now, my kids are happy, clean, full and sleeping. My husband is soaking in the tub and I am having a nearly perfect holiday moment.

It isn’t often that I am comfortable in the quiet of my own company, but this moment is an almost perfect experience.

My house is clean. The floors are swept, the furniture polished, and everything is in its place. The air still smells like the Wassail Jon and I drank after we cleaned the kitchen. All the lights are off, but the there is a lovely glow from many cinnamon apple candles and soft white twinkle lights strewn here and there in my living room. I have Christmas music playing and I’m stretched out on my couch wrapped up in a fluffy blanket clicking away on my new laptop.

If you could put Christmas in a box and open it, it would be my living room right this very moment.

I am not sure if there is a heaven or not, but if there is?

Please let it be like this.

Holiday Cookies

I like to cook. Actually, it boarders on love. For one birthday, Jon asked me what I wanted and I said that I wanted to cook a gourmet meal for people that I loved. 5 kitchens, three sets of china and an obscene amount of money later, fifteen of my friends and family sat down to THE BEST SIX-COURSE MEAL. I made everything, EVERYTHING by scratch (Including the herb poaching liquid for the Salmon Mousseline.) I even found Foi Gras to go on top of the Fillet Mignon.

I have a knack for it.

Baking? Not so much.

Unlike her, I am no award winning baker. I’m not even what I would qualify as a “Good” baker.

I’m ok at it.

I don’t bake often because I am not nearly as good at it as cooking. It is too precise and measured (No pun intended.) I have had some major baking catastrophes in my life. It seems like the times that I try “Extra hard” the worse the end product SUCKS. Some of my attempts would have made Julia Child run screaming out of the room to chug copious vats of her cooking brandy.

I have learned over the years to not be hugely ambitious and to not ever, ever tweak or alter the basic recipe. I almost always slightly alter a recipe, but nowhere NEAR the amount I change recipes when I am cooking.

I am attending a holiday cookie exchange party tomorrow. It means making TEN FREAKING DOZEN COOKIES. The good thing about it is that I only have to make one recipe and I will leave with 10 dozen various Christmas cookies.

This year I am making one of my favorite cookies. I took the recipe from Ina Garten on Food Network. My only tweak to this recipe is that I add finely chopped pecans to the coconut mixture.

They are totally worth the widening of the ass that consuming them causes.

Jam Thumbprint Cookies
3/4 pound (3 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
1 egg beaten with 1 tablespoon water, for egg wash
7 ounces sweetened flaked coconut
Raspberry and/or apricot jam.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

In an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together the butter and sugar until they are just combined and then add the vanilla. Separately, sift together the flour and salt. With the mixer on low speed, add the flour mixture to the creamed butter and sugar. Mix until the dough starts to come together. Dump on a floured board and roll together into a flat disk. Wrap in plastic and chill for 30 minutes.

Roll the dough into 1 1/4-inch balls. (If you have a scale they should each weigh 1 ounce.) Dip each ball into the egg wash and then roll it in coconut. Place the balls on an ungreased cookie sheet and press a light indentation into the top of each with your finger. Drop 1/4 teaspoon of jam into each indentation. Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until the coconut is a golden brown. Cool and serve.

Butter is the backbone of this recipe. Lots and lots of fattening, lovely butter. MMM… Use unsalted butter when you bake, people. It’s for your own good, trust me. Oh, and if you even think for a millisecond of using anything other than real, honest-to-goodness BUTTER, you and I may have to meet in the gladiator cage. Since I am freakishly weak, I may not be able to actually give you a smackdown for committing such a grievous sin like using margarine, but I will fight to the death trying.

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Cream butter and sugar together. Add a generous teaspoon of vanilla.

*Beginning of “Hatred of Vile Imitation Vanilla Rant*

Please, please, PLEASE use “REAL VANILLA”! I cannot stress this enough. Fake vanilla sucks ass more than Internet Explorer. It is like taking an old wad of stale chewing gum, throwing it in some boiling water and calling it peppermint herbal tea. It HAS to be bad for you. I can’t find any statistics that prove that imitation vanilla flavoring has actually killed anyone, but I wouldn’t be surprised. So, DON’T BUY IT, PEOPLE! Because I care about your health, I really do.

*End of rant*

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Slowly add flour to mixture and incorporate.

Roll dough into a ball and wrap in plastic wrap.

Chill for 30 minutes. (Smilee face optional).

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While your dough is chilling, whisk your egg wash and gather the rest of your ingredients.

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Roll dough into balls. Make most of your batch about 1.5 inches across. I make some of my cookies slightly larger (Below) and slightly smaller as well because of the way that I package them.

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Dip in egg wash and roll in coconut/pecan mixture.

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Assemble on a non-greased cookie sheet and make an indent with your thumb. Reseal any cracking that occurs or your jam with run onto the cookie sheet. They should look like little bird nests.

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Take a teaspoon and fill with jam. I like to use multiple jams when I make these as gifts. This time I picked apricot, raspberry and blackberry, and strawberry. I like a healthy amount of jam, so I use about a half a teaspoon instead of an 1/8th.

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Bake at350 for 20-25 minutes. My oven burns VERY hot, so I bake at 325 for 20 minutes. Just keep an eye on them. When the coconut is browned, remove them from the oven and cool on a rack.

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My favorite way to package these cookies is to stack them in a cellophane bag and tie it with a ribbon. You want the cookies to graduate in size. This is why I make some cookies slightly larger and some slightly smaller.dsc02137.JPG

VOILA!

Eat up and enjoy.

My friends and family disturbingly resemble the cast of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer*

I have my DVR set to record my favorite Christmas TV special of all time tonight, “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer”. I never get tired of it. The more I watch it, the more I realize that my friends and family freakishly resemble the cast of characters.

Take a look for yourself:

BOB-(My Dad) as “Santa

Brian as “Herbie the Misfit Elf

Karen as “Tall, Nameless Elf

ME as “Whiner, Redhead, Misfit Doll
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Christopher as “Rudolph”

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James as “Coach Comet”

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Bridgy as “Hot Reindeer Clarisse

Jonathan as “Yukon Cornilius

Michelle as “Bumble with retarded star

And last…the misfit Jelly Squirt Gun reminds me of my brother, Rhett…I’m not really sure why.

I’m going to see if I can brush up on my reindeer games and get the hell off of “Misfit Island”.

I’ll catch y’all later.

*(This is taken from one of my favorite posts of all time. I posted it way back in the day when no one but family & close friends were reading and I thought I would revisit it for you.)