fat free opinions on a food centric life
Today is all about nuts. Lots and lots of nuts — which is perfect for me about now as I listen to the painters downstairs finally, finally ripping the paper off the floor which has been taped on for more than a week. I thought …
Yesterday I was a baking maniac, working to finish working on the remainder of my 12 Days of Cookies, belatedly. With our bedroom in decent order, and the family room beginning to resemble a place where we can relax again, I was able to put …
I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date. No time to say “hello,” “goodbye,” I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late…and if I could find my head, I’d scratch it and say that, sure. I feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland, sitting here in a house shrouded in plastic. I left early this morning, knowing that primer would be going up today, and when I returned, the painters were still busy, so I spent time on my patio trimming bushes, cutting trees, and raking leaves until they were done for the day. Before they left, I was asked if we were sleeping here tonight. Um, yes? The guy told me to “swish” the plastic our bed is wrapped and attached to the floor in. Swish?
Ah…adventure. Life is certainly never dull.
Last night after they left, I got out the dough I’d made the day before for Gourmet’s Favorite cookie from 1946: Moravian White Christmas Cookies. I’d nibbled on enough of the dough when I made it to know that it was wonderful so couldn’t wait to make the cookies. I love sugar cookies and have a favorite recipe which will never be replaced, but this is a close second.
I’ll confess that I had to do some research to locate Moravia, which is in the Czech Republic, very close to the borders of Slovakia, Austria, and Germany.
If the guys asking, “Can we eat one yet?” is any indication of this recipe’s promise, then I’d say they’re worth trying. The scent while they’re baking is absolutely wonderful.
Day 6 of The 12 Days of Cookies brings a recipe featured in the September 1966 issue of Gourmet magazine. In 1966, I was in the 4th grade at John F. Farragut School in Rota, Spain where my father was stationed. It was our second …
Everyone sing along: On the Fifth Day of Cookies, my oven gave to me….another batch of yucky looking discs. Wait. I'm not blaming this one on my oven. In fact, I'll never blame anything on it. They taste great, as long as you don't mind …