Merry Christmas fellow bloggers, readers, fans, home renovators and culinary artists! For many of us, Santa has arrived, the gifts have been unwrapped and the joy of the holidays is once again renewed. For weeks, we’ve been decorating trees, sneakily hiding presents to one another and watching an endless array of Christmas-themed movies — for me it’s gotta be “The Santa Clause” and of course “A Christmas Story.” The list of things I love about Christmas could go on and on. But over the years, I’ve found the most important thing of all is spending time with those you love, family and friends alike. Kris Kringle put it best in “Miracle on 34th Street” when he said, “Christmas isn’t just a day, it’s a frame of mind.” Now, I know I’m leaving out a rather big component of what makes the holiday season so wonderful — the food. But not just food: the Christmas cookie. Many chefs have different opinions of what makes the perfect seasonal treat and all taste just as yummy as the rest. But for me, the best come from family traditions and being passed down from generation to generation. So with that said, here’s my family’s famous shortbread cookies — simple to make and delicious to eat (especially for Santa).
Believe it or not, I wasn’t always a cooking fanatic for the majority of my life thus far. Until I moved out of my parent’s house, I wasn’t up for much of anything involving the kitchen. Very rarely would you find me cooking anything, unless if it was boiling a pot of pasta or frying eggs for breakfast. I guess it just didn’t click with me until I was able to buy my own groceries and use my own appliances in my own kitchen. However, one thing you could always count on me doing — no matter what kitchen I’m in — was baking. Mostly sweets, of course: brownies, cookies, cakes. But sometimes cute little snacks: stuffed baby peppers, roasted cauliflower, sometimes a frozen quiche or two. But something my Mom could always count on me making without complaint was banana bread. Anytime we had some leftover bananas that ripened past the point of peeling and eating, I knew what I’d be doing for the day. Coming out of an ABC cookbook with the letter “B” being — you guessed it — bananas, that tradition has still continued to our new home, and I hope to continue on to my own children one day.