The holiday classic: sugar cookies. Cut out and decorated in bright colors and sprinkles. It seemed a fitting end to the 12 days of cookies.
That’s right, it’s Day 12. Finally. Well, I guess technically it is Cookie 12 and day 17. Not quite what I had intended when I started the 12 days of cookies but you know, life happens.
Now, before you get to the rest of this post let me preemptively answer one question:
No, I don’t have too much time on my hands.
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I am excited to be taking part in Menu for Hope this year. Menu for Hope is an annual fundraiser that Pim Techamuanvivit of Chez Pim started in which bloggers from around the world donate food related items to be raffled off. All proceeds go to the UN World Food Programme (WFP). In addition to providing food, the WFP helps hungry people to become self-reliant so that they escape hunger for good. (More information about Menu for Hope can be found on Chez Pim).
By donating one bid item to the raffle. I call it Brownie Essentials, but you can also think of it as a starter kit. [Continue reading...]
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This cookie takes me back to college. My roommate PJ returned after the holidays with a stockpile of cookies and generously shared them with me. I’m ashamed to admit I couldn’t stop myself and ate way more than would be considered polite. Thankfully, PJ forgave me. And then gave me the recipe for the one I kept going back for.
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Since moving to California, when people first find out I’m from Georgia most respond in the same way: “What happened to your accent?” I don’t really know; as far I can tell I’ve never had much of an accent. Once when I lived in Atlanta, a shopkeeper asked me where I was visiting from… she thought I was a Yankee! I think my accent has always been closer to Californian than Georgian. Still, my Southern accent comes out ever-so-slightly when I’m really tired — and with certain words. Words like syrup, pecan, and Christmas (I discovered that last one listening to a voice memo I left myself about a certain somebody’s Christmas present. It was funny. The rest of the memo was accent-free or had a California lilt, but that one word Christmas came out with an extra half-syllable and smelled like pecan pie).
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What is Christmas without a little peppermint bark? Or in this case, marbled bark… sounds fancy, but isn’t really. Like with the cranberry bliss bar, I’m kind of stretching the meaning of “cookie” again. But I’m still in the easy-does-it mode in the kitchen. So easy in fact, I didn’t turn on a stove or oven for this…
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