Baking Christmas Cookies with My Dad
blogmas day 6
Normally my dad makes most of the Christmas cookies in one giant haul... or at least that's how it's been for the past four years while I was at university. (I always came home around December 13th to 17th and I needed a few days to readjust to American / not university life).
Tonight, I decided to (aka I was forced to) help make some of the Christmas cookies. It was super entertaining and full of awkward innuendos. Welcome to my family.
Making Christmas cookies with dad. The innuendos are everywhere #bakingwitheather
— heather brown (@xohbrown96) December 7, 2013
Our first mistake was beginning this whole process after dinner at like 20:10 (8:10 pm). (I thought it was too late so I wanted to wait til tomorrow, but I was otherwise convinced). It started with butter warming jokes and ended with us singing "We are Santa's Elves" from the Rudolph movie. Don't ask me how seeing as only one of us was drinking wine and it wasn't me.
"is that butter in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" daddy brown
— heather brown (@xohbrown96) December 7, 2013
Okay so let me explain: the butter wasn't room temperature so my dad put the sticks in his pockets to warm them faster. If you bake a lot, it totally makes sense and you're used to weird things like this.One of my favourite moments of the night was when I saw that my dad looked super concerned when he reached into his pocket. He thought he had forgotten a stick of butter or cream cheese in it when in reality it was his phone.
We made double batches of the cream cheese cookies and the pinwheel cookies. Note to everyone: this is NOT a good idea with a hand mixer. There is so much dough that it literally covers the entire beaters until the part where they click into the machine. I usually scrape the beaters but my father decided that it would be a wonderful idea to run the beaters at a high speed to clear them instead. Cookie dough, butter, flour, and cream cheese were EVERYWHERE. On me, the floor, the toaster oven, the windows, the poor lone acorn squash caught in the crossfire, you name it.
Even Jack had flour all over his back and on his face. He wouldn't sit still for a picture either.
Now flour is a mess to begin with, but put it into our baking equation and it goes to a whole new level. There was extra flour around because you have to roll the two separate doughs for pinwheel cookies separately. After expertly adding (i.e. mashing) more flour to the regular dough because he forgot to add more when the recipe called for it, my father ever so lovingly wiped his hands all over the back of my black sweater. Combined with my handmixing incidents, I was covered front to back.
I eventually wiped the kitchen surfaces (and the dog) down so we could keep the mess contained.
HOWEVER, we did make a TON of Christmas cookies (a lot of which we are freezing so we have them all season long) and we didn't even make all the ones on my list (found here). All in all it was a super fun and successful evening that put me more into the Christmas spirit.
Does anyone else have awkward Christmas cookie making stories or am I the only one?
We made double batches of the cream cheese cookies and the pinwheel cookies. Note to everyone: this is NOT a good idea with a hand mixer. There is so much dough that it literally covers the entire beaters until the part where they click into the machine. I usually scrape the beaters but my father decided that it would be a wonderful idea to run the beaters at a high speed to clear them instead. Cookie dough, butter, flour, and cream cheese were EVERYWHERE. On me, the floor, the toaster oven, the windows, the poor lone acorn squash caught in the crossfire, you name it.
The dog is covered in flour #bakingbuddy pic.twitter.com/90nuJYZWOD
— heather brown (@xohbrown96) December 7, 2013
Even Jack had flour all over his back and on his face. He wouldn't sit still for a picture either.
Now flour is a mess to begin with, but put it into our baking equation and it goes to a whole new level. There was extra flour around because you have to roll the two separate doughs for pinwheel cookies separately. After expertly adding (i.e. mashing) more flour to the regular dough because he forgot to add more when the recipe called for it, my father ever so lovingly wiped his hands all over the back of my black sweater. Combined with my handmixing incidents, I was covered front to back.
"You have flour on your tramp stamp."-me "It's so the butter doesn't stick in my pockets" -daddy brown
— heather brown (@xohbrown96) December 7, 2013
Since flour was all over the counters and my dad was leaning against them while the dough chilled, he had it all over his back. And somehow we had conversations like the one above.I eventually wiped the kitchen surfaces (and the dog) down so we could keep the mess contained.
"You know... baking with me is a full contact sport." -daddy brown in reference to the kitchen being a disaster.
— heather brown (@xohbrown96) December 7, 2013
As if this makes it somehow okay to cover everything in Christmas cookie mess. |
| The finished products :) Platter for now, containers to freeze, and little container for the neighbors |
HOWEVER, we did make a TON of Christmas cookies (a lot of which we are freezing so we have them all season long) and we didn't even make all the ones on my list (found here). All in all it was a super fun and successful evening that put me more into the Christmas spirit.
Does anyone else have awkward Christmas cookie making stories or am I the only one?
love always,
xo
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