A guest post from Tommy.
I come from a family that loves Christmas. December was always marked by cutting down a tree and watching Miracle on 34th Street as we put it up, Christmas Eve in Tracy, Christmas morning cinnamon roles, Branagh family Christmas, and Christmas dinner french toast! Every year followed the same delightful yule tide path.
It’s Katie again, which may shock some of you seeing as it’s a cooking blog post, but let me tell you these are so easy.
Megan did do all of the measuring, not to say I can’t do it, but who is going to turn down help?
Anyways though, make these for Christmas right now. They’re the most addicting cookies ever. They don’t make a ton if you have a big group, so feel free to double the batch…you won’t regret it!
Here is the recipe
(don’t judge the recipe by the website please) and enjoy them!
This year I knew tacky Christmas sweatshirts were on the dockett and my sister and I had the privilege of making them with my bestie, Miss Lauren James.
We set out to Target with no ideas in our heads but left the store with tinsel, hot glue, red sweatshirts, and glitter pens in hand, ready to attack this project.
Ice cream and I have a tumultuous relationship. I either love it or hate it, want it or can’t stand to be in the same room as it. This has been confusing to my husband because he used to not understand that I get in food moods. But now he does. And now he knows never to suggest ice cream. I’ll do it if I want it, he can trust that.
But even though you may be a crazy person like me
who feels like a cold dessert will never have a permanent spot on your favorites list, sometimes the rules change. Like when you come across Grom in Florence, Italy and you find yourself spending 3 euro a day for 3 months straight on a perfectly creamy and not-to-sweet cup of gelato. Or you stumble upon graham central station ice cream at Bruster’s of all places and you find it’s the ice cream flavor you never knew existed but now can’t live without.
Last week Tommy and I had the pleasure of traveling to New York City with his family for a holiday vacation. It was my first time in NYC at Christmas and I felt like I died and went to heaven.
Leaving the 75 degree weather behind in Birmingham, we embarked on a trip that I’ll remember forever.