Back in non-covid times, I was baking north of one hundred Christmas cookies a year. This year, the sugar haul is more modest. I finished my cookies over a week ago because the cookies are being shared by mail (and a few by front door 6-feet away masked delivery). Nate and Charlie Wolf have been gracious enough to eat the not-quite-cute ones. All told (including the castaways) I made around 60 cookies this year.
Not that I’m complaining, but it’s strange to be done with all the baking two weeks before Christmas. And yet, as always, I’m blog dumping on Christmas Eve. While this was a most unique year, there is sadly nothing unique in the cookies this year (except for the masked snowmen– because it wouldn’t be 2020 without masks.)
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Here’s to better, happier, sunnier days ahead. Someday (on the other side of this thing) we will share cookies in person once again.