November 22
Disappointingly, no one has ever asked me what happened to the fabulous Christmas cookies I used to make for everyone. I thought I had created this time honored tradition with my terrific genuine Scottish shortbread recipe. Apparently not. Fortunately, because one year I weighed one little finger sized piece and realized that it was 150 cals per cookie. Six at a time had seemed like a reasonable hit.
I really hated give up the baking, but found that I would create such a cookie momentum for myself that I wouldn’t be able to get from breakfast to lunch without starting on them. And once I started, I would be preoccupied all day with the next cookie. I remember one Christmas my sister commented that it was so good to see me asleep in their recliner, finally relaxing. I hated to tell her that I was actually in a pecan sandie induced sugar coma.
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