As in, at this time of year legitimately half of my kitchen table is taken up by Tupperwares FULL of cookies from various swaps, holiday parties, and baking adventures. I bring a lot of it to work and try to foist off my sweets on my coworkers (usually they’re only too happy to oblige). I send some to my mom and my sisters. Other times, I just force myself to have an extra cookie for dessert…and second dessert. It’s a hard life I lead, I know.
Can you tell by the three exclamation points that I have really been looking forward to this day?? Cookie swapping is one of my favorite events of the holiday season, and I love that it always introduces me to new bloggers who eventually become social media friends. (Hi to all mypreviousyears’matches!)
Anyway. This year I decided to go super traditional with my cookie choice. You know me — I love throwing random baking chips and/or candy in my cookies. The more sweet stuff, the better. But this time I went with an indisputable winner: ginger molasses cookies.
Remain calm. You are, in fact, on the correct blog. These cookies are definitely unique–and very different from what you’re used to seeing on this blog. There’s no butter in them. No brown sugar. They’re downright savory cookies. But y’know, they happen to be Charlie’s hands-down favorite thing I’ve ever made. So I figured they warranted a blog appearance.
Happy World Nutella Day! Each year on February 5, theorganizers of this wonderful foodie day encourage chocolate hazelnut lovers the world over to post their tastiest recipes featuring Nutella.
Last year I brought Nutella granola to the party…but this year I wasn’t feeling quite so healthy. 😉
These cookies combine the chewy, bright sweetness of butterscotch and oatmeal with the deeper richness of a Nutella buttercream filling. Don’t say I didn’t warn you–these little pies pack quite a punch!
You can all sympathize, right? I’m thinking specifically of my senior year of college, just before winter break, when I had one massive exam the next day. Let’s be clear–I was an English major. We didn’t do exams. We did papers. Write you 15 gorgeous pages on Joyce’s Ulysses? Sign me up. Multiple-choice questions, concept IDs, and timed short answer questions?! Not. So. Much.
So there, I was, trying to memorize a semester’s worth of political philosophy in one night, and what was I doing? Melting butter, measuring sugar, covering our apartment kitchen in flour, and adding an extra handful of chocolate chips.
My heart is still hurting. I, along with many other bloggers, joined in a Day of Silence yesterday for the victims of the unspeakable tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I know that I’ll never be able to comprehend the grief of all those affected, but my thoughts and prayers and tears have been with them since Friday. I can only hope that my children will live in a world a little less fearful than this one.
In honor of the spirit of family, friends, and love that is still so much a part of this season–now perhaps more than ever–I’m honored to bring you a guest post from a very special friend. Frequent readers will remember Cayce from our cake baking adventures, cupcake tastings, and her impending wedding, and today she’s sharing with you one of her family’s most treasured traditions (as well as a recipe): The Twelve Hours of Baking.