My sister Debbie is quite serious about her holiday baking.

This is no small undertaking. She bakes more than a dozen different kinds of cookies, plus various quick breads. Then she also makes fudge. The crazy part is that she did all of this back in New Jersey in a kitchen the size of a small walk in closet. Seriously, I don’t know how she did it. She has a much more suitable kitchen here in Minnesota and I know she is enjoying it!

She sets aside an entire weekend for her baking. Since this is her first Christmas here it was also the first time I got to see the production first hand. Her small dining table was piled high with supplies …

… nearly disguising my niece’s white tabletop Christmas tree.

Luckily Debbie’s new apartment has a good sized island which became the cookie cooling zone.

It was also the measuring zone.

I usually have to throw flour away at my house because it goes past the expiration date. Yes, it’s true, flour has an expiration date. I bet Debbie doesn’t even know that. I believe she went through several jars of flour in one day.

For the first hour or two I was fairly useless as a ‘baking helper’. My main job was to retrieve supplies from the table as needed.
Debbie did all of the complicated stuff, like rolling these Stained Glass Cookies into long rolls and then slicing them into cookies …

and spreading the dough out for Simple Sugar Cookies …

sprinkling them with colored sugar …

and then slicing them into delicious diamond shaped cookies once they were baked and slightly cooled …

I think these were my favorite cookie that we she made. They had a faint almond flavor and were perfectly crisp. Yum.
In addition to supply gathering, I was also given the task of crushing party mints which involved a hammer (since Debbie couldn’t find her rolling pin). I’m pretty good with a hammer. However, soon after my sister mixed up the Party Mint Cookies I found my niche. Rolling balls. Turns out, I’m good with balls. Sometimes my balls got bigger than they were supposed to be and Debbie would admonish me to rein it in a little.
But just look at the Snicker Doodles that resulted from my mad ball rolling skill …

Once Debbie had observed my ball rolling talents, she had me rolling balls for the rest of the day. I produced a serious quantity of balls, like as in 100’s of them. Balls rolled in blue sugar, balls rolled in green sugar, balls with a milk dud stuffed inside.

Turns out Debbie’s least favorite part of baking a million cookies is the ball rolling! So now I have an official function in the cooking baking operation. I hope to be rolling balls for my sister for many years to come.
How about you? Is there a holiday baking tradition at your house?






















































































