A Christmas Story: The Vacation Cookie Prank

If you&#8217ve been reading this blog for a few years, you&#8217re almost certainly aware of our holiday baking tradition. It usually requires location in Mom&#8217s kitchen, all of us performing various levels of helping decorate (often ahem, only carrying out quality manage) and bake the numerous cookie varieties. This has also included some rather incriminating images of me&#8230

With permission, I shared two of these recipes in the last couple of years — my Granny&#8217s favored, kolaches, and my own individual favourite, challenging-boiled egg cookies.*

*The name isn&#8217t the most appealing, but they are scrumptious. If you don&#8217t want to attempt them, that&#8217s just far more for me!

But this year, as my sister Em and I were rolling out the dough, my mom started speaking about one particular of her favorites: anise cookies. She had made a batch of dough and intended on baking them along with the rest of the cookies we have been undertaking. And it reminded me of but one more funny holiday story that I haven&#8217t shared with you guys yet.

If you&#8217ve in no way heard of anise cookies, they include an oil that tastes like black licorice, generating them the absolute worst feasible cookie flavor of all time. Not to mention, their name constantly tends to make me have to pronounce them a second time with friends (&#8220No. anissss, with an &#8216i&#8217.&#8221 Yes, I know what that sounds like. And yes, they do at least figuratively taste like shit.&#8221)

Expanding up, I often hated them. Why the hell did someone invent a cookie that tastes like poor candy? Merry friggin&#8217 Christmas, let&#8217s leave Santa a &#8220treat&#8221 that would make even the jolliest want to stomp on our presents. There&#8217s just one particular small issue&#8230

If we use cookie cutters, they look practically precisely identical to my favored cookies. They bake and puff almost the identical. And for years, as youngsters, we decorated each cookie that came out of the oven with the same icing and sprinkles.

You can see exactly where this is going. Mom would bake the numerous cookies in small batches and all at after, and we would go apeshit with covering them all in sugar. So, naturally, I would smell that all-also-familiar smell of my my favored cookies baking in the oven, grab one particular that&#8217s sitting on the rack cooling, take a BIG bite, and then&#8230

Ewwwww. The cookie would right away come tumbling out of my mouth in a fury of crumbs and a WTH?!? look on my face. And to make Mom laugh even tougher, she by no means in fact meant to prank me I would just be unlucky occasionally. You would believe I could at least smell the anise ones to distinguish them if they looked also equivalent to know by sight, but with a kitchen full of cookie smell, it was nevertheless too confusing for my weak nose.

I&#8217m not proud of the finding out curve on this one. It took us years before I stopped gambling with my 50/50 odds of acquiring the correct cookie. I did stop taking such big bites, even though.

I uncover it quite hilarious that I would neglect to prevent this problem so very easily by the next time Christmas came about once again. Ultimately, our answer was to bake a whole bunch of mine and not ice them (I truly hate icing, so it worked out great) and would leave the anise cookies in a easy round shape (sans cookie cutter). They nevertheless look a tiny confusing when they&#8217re all in the same cookie tin, but it&#8217s now accidental-prank-free.

Do you have any funny cookie memories? I hope you&#8217re all possessing a superb vacation!

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