Cookies, Anyone?

As a person who loves to cook, I naturally make cookies. This time of year, I make a LOT of cookies.

You see, there is only me and George. If I bake one batch of cookies, the two of us eat the entire batch. Bad result. Therefore, I bake a LOT of cookies. Some years, I make a dozen different types. Result?

1. I am so sick of cookies that I have no desire to eat any.

2. I have goodies to give to all of my friends. (One year, everyone in my group got a bag of assorted cookies. They all loved me!)

And what is Christmas without cookies? This is part of my way of celebrating the season.

I try at least one new recipe every year.

This year, the first new one was a Martha Stewart honey-walnut confection. I should have smelled a rat when she used a food processor to reduce the toasted walnuts to meal. Everyone knows that you put the toasted nuts in a plastic bag and use the rolling pin to reduce them to meal. Anyway, this one is a sort of shortbread. I may keep it for the honey proportions and tweak it a bit -- add lemon zest and cinnamon and convert it into a sort of baklava shortbread.

I'm golfing tomorrow. The ladies playing with me will get some of my "tried and true" cookies as a treat. George fed some to the guys he golfed with today. They LOVED them. Of course, at this rate, I'll have to bake at least 3 more batches before the weekend.

Sometimes life is tough. Sometimes it's just sweet. That's the way the cookie crumbles.