This year’s Christmas baking was a low key affair. We’d decided to do our baking on Friday, because we had a party to go to on Saturday and wanted to bring some baked goods with us. But then my sister got booked into a meeting all afternoon because Friday was still technically a workday and we were already scheduled to go to see Star Wars that night, so me, my mom, and my niblings just did the baking without my sister1.
I made my old stalwart, shortbread cookies from my Great Granny’s recipe that was taught to me by my Aunt Wendy:
And then I made fudge because (a) it’s easy, (b) who doesn’t love fudge?, and (c) it involves sweetened condensed milk, which means that I get to lick the lid of the can of sweetened condensed milk!
My niece made peanut butter snowballs, from a family recipe that she got from her grandfather:
My nephew made Rice Krispie squares with festive rice krispies:
My mom was the most prolific baker, as usual. She made butter tart squares:
- Sucks to be her because baking >>>> meetings. [↩]