Some Christmas traditions just must occur. I might spend some time wistfully thinking how much easier the season would be without hours spent, say, wrapping gifts or decorating the tree, but I wouldn't give it up. That makes me either a hopeless sap or obsessive compulsive. I prefer sentimental Granma hoping to pass on a tradition or two - though OCD is pretty descriptive, too.
About 17 years ago, (how could it be that long?) my bestie invited me to join her in making Christmas cookies. I think the first year we had a dozen different kinds, the second year we made 13. Each year we tried to top the previous year - until we realized we weren't that impressed with ourselves. Six is a good number for anyone wondering, a fact that we proved again last Sunday. We were heavy on the chocolate, which might not make for the most photogenic sugar gathering, but it sure tastes good!
Just a couple of days previous to that, Josiah and Aidan joined me in round of frosting art. Their cookies, as you can plainly see, are a study in eye catching design. Little to no chocolate was employed, though marshmallows were popular, as were sprinkles. We started with more marshmallows than you see here. Apparently, it's pretty easy to sneak those fluff balls - there is no tell-tale crunch to call attention to the guilty pleasure/party.
At one point, I caught Josiah "sprinkling" his tongue with red sugar. Upon extracting the bottle from his mouth (and bidding it a premature farewell), I looked left to see Aidan taste-testing the blue sugar in much the same fashion. Brothers... It has been a few days now, and I'm starting to remember with fondness, and a giggle, two little boys with red and blue smiles. I must remember to get more sprinkles before attempting cookies with them again. Who knew it a whole bottle of sprinkles was a single use item?
So who won the cookie cook-off of 2016? Well, for looks, I have to give it to the mini monsters. They beat the besties with color and creativity! However, for general public consumption of a more sanitary nature, I recommend the chocolate. Seventeen years of practice has to show up somewhere - besides our hips...