Wednesday, December 12, 2012
These are another old family tradition. I can remember standing at the kitchen table trying to convince my grandmother we needed more dogs and camels than the wreaths. My sister and I had so much fun making Christmas cookies together when we were old enough to do it by ourselves. Lots of laughter, lots of mess, and lots of fun. Now, its cookie baking fun with my girls and Mei-Ling. Yen, just wants to eat the cookies...he is not as excited to make them as he is to eat them.
You know those sort of not so cute baby dolls at the dollar stores, well, they make wonderful little Tomte. Add a beard, a nice warm wool hat, some wool pants, sweater and boots and you would not ever guess he was once a rather odd looking baby doll. This little fella stands guard over the cookies until I can put them in the cookie jar.
recipe from my 1970's Betty Crocker Cookbook, that was a wedding present so long ago
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...