It’s tradition that the women in the family get together a few days before Christmas and bake the crap out of my mom’s kitchen. Although we were missing my oldest sister very much. Read previous post about her baby having surgery.
Everything is from scratch and the treats are fabulous if I do say so myself.
We bake all day and to the dismay of the men in the family, give away 90% of what we’ve created. I love it.
And we had two extra helpers this year. Munchkin wasn’t quite sure about the Lemon Ricotta cookie dough. She didn’t like it. Don’t mind creepster dog in the background. I’m sure he was hoping she’d drop some.
We listened to some wonderful music of course and also some not-so-wonderful music. Let’s just say Justin Bieber’s “Little Drummer Boy” is…well…completely and utterly the WORST. There should never be rapping in Christmas music. Never ever. NEVER.
The spread. We had:
Cocoa Gingerbread Brownies
I’m lacking on the other recipes as they’ve been in our family for years and I can’t remember where they came from, so I’ll have to scan them and add later. Because believe me, you’ll want them.