I may be rolling into the New Year. My sister-in-law, who’s an expert baker, brought a trove of goodies to our house for the Christmas break. Alas, my tongue is craving more than my stomach can handle. Among her delectable treats are:
- Pizzelles
- Pinwheel Snickerdoodles
- Shortbread Cookies
- Buckeyes
- Pecan Tassies
- Peanut Butter Cookies
- Yule Log Cake Roll
- Chocolate Covered Pretzel Sticks
- Butterscotch Smoothies
- Other Assorted Cookies
Joan is a high-power exec at her company, so it’s a wonder she has the time to do all this work. And not just do it but do it well. Her husband John is an expert bread maker and a boss at the grill. So, I’m raising the white flag today because I can’t come close to competing with these skills. (Not that this is a competition.)
I will say, however, that my peanut butter blossoms—topped with Wilbur buds—are right up there in taste. And, as I like to say: Chocolate is proof of God’s existence. Peanut butter is proof of God’s power. And the two together are proof of God’s goodness.
All of this divinity, however, is giving me a sugar headache!