My dear friend Carol invited me to to cookie exchange. I remember the last one I’d attended. It was during one of our visits to Montana – probably twenty years ago. This is such a busy time of the year – who has time to bake twenty different kinds of cookies? Let alone cookies with no gluten or dairy which is pretty much why I don’t bake anymore.
We had been asked to bring a dozen cookies to eat and a dozen cookies to share. If we brought a dozen, we could take an assortment of a dozen home. If we brought more, we could take more home. I had brought three dozen Molasses Orange cookies. You do the math.
Our hostess even provided Christmas containers to put our cookie assortments in. So twenty women walked around the table filling our boxes – and occasionally, because we just couldn’t help ourselves – putting cookies in our mouths. I confess to trying a chocolate bourbon ball. Oh my!
I brought home a lovely assortment of cookies I shouldn’t eat. My plan was to divide them into two batches and carry them to two new neighbors. At least that was the plan on Friday when I came home from the party. On Saturday morning, before breakfast, Linzer cookies called my name from that closed container. Then a Three Ginger cookie chimed in. Before I knew it a chorus of cookies was singing to me and the container had been breached. By Sunday noon there were no cookies to share with new neighbors. They, and you, will have to be content with my good holiday wishes.