HOW TO ACT LIKE A MAN DURING WINTER BREAK
1. Take two children already hyperized by Christmas decorating and having been up too late the night before.
2. Spend 20 minutes roughhousing with them, bringing their hyperactivity levels up to a fever pitch.
3. Stand up, brush your hands off, and announce, “Well, I have to go now.”
4. Leave while over-excited children are tying their mother to the Christmas tree with tinsel.
You’d BETTER bring Thai take-out home for dinner, buster.
After the kids released me from the tree, I took them to
Safeway, because Gungaboy alerted me to the existence of Chanukah candles
there. Sure enough, there in the
itty-bitty Jewish food section, nestled amongst the matzoh balls and gefilte
fish, I found six boxes of Chanukah candles occupying about 4 inches of shelf
space. I guess John Gibson was right
I bought all six boxes of candles, so I would be spared the
hunt for a few years. Or I could conduct
my own personal War On Christmas by lighting six menorahs at once.
Not to worry, Christian friends, I also bought ingredients
for Christmas cookies. They are in the
oven as I type, thanks to the able assistance of the resident hooligans.
1 cup butter
½ cup sugar
2 ¼ cups flour
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup chopped
red and green
- Cream butter and sugar
- Add beaten egg yolks
- Add sifted flour and salt
- Mix well
- Shape dough into 1 inch balls
- Roll balls in slightly beaten egg
- Roll balls in chopped nuts
- Press ½ cherry on top of each one
- Bake at 325° for 25-30 minutes
Little Bit put her cherry halves on cut-side up, but most
people prefer them the other way. And we
left the nuts off half the cookies, for nut-averse children.
Oh, glory be, Technogeek is home with Thai food!
It has come to my attention that my brother
does not remember Grammy’s Butterballs. I cannot imagine how this
is possible. What was he doing while I was in Grammy’s kitchen
The other question, of course, is why my Jewish grandmother was making Christmas cookies.
Well why not?
Courtesy of my mother, who really needs to post something:
Ok, Your Jewish Grammy, who happened to be my Jewish Mother, never
thought of those butterballs as Christmas cookies…at least she would
have NEVER said so out loud where my Father, your Grandpa could have
heard her! They were just cookies she “happened” to make around this
time of year. Please accept this explanation or Grandpa is likely to
come back to haunt all of us! Also, I have no idea why your brother
doesn’t remember those cookies. He certainly ate enough of them!
And there you have it.