Not my mother’s Christmas cookies

For the first time in my adult life, I think, I did not make my usual Christmas sugar cookies. Last year in a blind taste test against my sister Mary K’s sugar cookies I lost. I can admit defeat, through gritted teeth but still, an admission.

The humiliating sting of the loss sticks with me even now but being able to admit defeat is one of my stronger suits. Actually not the strongest of the stronger of the suits, but a suit just the same. Like the difference between a swimming suit and a tuxedo.

Anyhoo, I made her sugar cookies this year. On the plus side, they are delicious. On the not-so-plus side, they are pain in the butt to make. They have to be rolled out between parchment and then taken off the paper with an offset spatula. And while that’s not as much fun as, say, the teacup ride at Disneyland, it does have one advantage. The remaining dough can be rolled back out without a lot of extra flour which was always the problem with my mother’s favorite sugar cookie.

Anyway, that’s done and I can check it off my to-do list. You can find the recipe here

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