We all have an agenda. Today, I'm not going to think too much about mine; I'm just going to do it. My daughter will be coming over and we'll start to let the flour fly. This early baking spree will be for a platoon of soldiers newly stationed in Iraq. There are 50 or so men and women who will be the recipients of chocolate chip and Heath Candy crunch cookies. For most of them, this will be their first holiday season away from home. If we're ambitious enough, there will be Christmas cut out cookies too. We'll throw a can or two of frosting in so the soldiers can frost their own.
I wanted to make pizzelles too but when my mom passed away,
the chef someone took her good pizzelle iron. Here I have the recipe, but no iron. Well, I have an iron but it's the stovetop variety which would come in handy if I didn't have electricity and a time machine to take me back about 100 years. I want an electric iron. I found one or two on Amazon that look decent and now I just have to decide which one. My mom had quite a knack for making these and until I baked them with her one year, I never really appreciated how much work went into these tasty morsels. Incredibly, she used to make the dough by hand. It's some thick dough. She was so happy when I got my Kitchen Aid. On Thanksgiving, she'd come to dinner with her ingredients for pizzelles. After we ate, we'd make her dough in the mixer which she'd take home and bake into cookies. She used to make them for days, spacing the task out. Maybe she didn't want to wear herself out. Maybe she wanted to savor this annual tradition. Maybe, it was a little of both.