Well, Day One actually started last night with Jay whipping up a couple quick batches of flour-less chocolate cake for his favorite customers on his route. He used my step-dad's mother's old crank handmixer until his arms gave out, then he had to change to the electric handmixer. Using the crank handmixer would have taken far too much effort for me, I would have just by-passed it in favor of the modern, easy-to-use, plug in style to begin with. While Jay's cakes baked, I whipped up four batches of Magic Window Cookies dough. The dough has to chill for at least an hour before use, and I figured it wouldn't hurt it to sit over-night.
This is my parent's breakfast table, which seats twelve adults, when I started this morning. I began the morning with two double batches of chocolate chip toffee cookies while I waited for the best part of Baking Weekend to arrive - my girls! Baking Weekend started out as Baking Day twelve years ago and has evolved into a two day bake fest. Baking Weekend has seen us through break-ups, marriages, and babies. It's the only weekend that we can guarantee that we'll all be together, even if it's only for a few hours one day. Back before the marriages and babies, it truly was girls' weekend, but with family comes obligations.
Two hours into Day One, we were starting to see some progress...
Neiman Marcus cookies joined the chocolate chip toffee cookies, along with some M&M cookies and we kept trucking.
Jay's mom and sister joined in the festivities this year. They came up to see "what it's all about" and got put to work. Next year, they'll bring their own recipes and to-do list. It seems like everyone's first year is kind of an "observation", then they get into the spirit and join in full throttle the following year.
This is the table after about four hours; I didn't get to take a picture of the full table - I just wasn't fast enough before the girls had to pack up to leave. But imagine that the entire right side of the table is full of candy cane cookies. More than half of the cookies left with the girls for their cookie platters or boxes, whatever they'll make with them. Tomorrow, my sister and her crew is coming up and we'll knock out another six batches of Magic Window Cookies and bourbon balls and whatever else we feel like.
Right now, though, my feet hurt, my back hurts and I'm exhausted. And I can't wait to do it all over again tomorrow.
4 comments:
If I give you my address, will you send me a care package?
The rip cord on my thighs got pulled just reading this post. Yum.
P.S. My thighs despise you. :-P
K, FB me your address, I bet I can find some extras.
Nate, you and me both. My thighs will never forgive me for this weekend :)
What's Christmas for if not unreservedly pigging out on the same yummy stuff you eat every year? You've got a full kitchen on your hands there. . .looks delicious!
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