I think about my mother a lot during the holidays; there’s a lot to remember and a lot to miss. My mother was not only “the queen of good-byes,” she was the “queen of the holidays.”
If you are missing a loved one this holiday season, too, you might be interested in reading an earlier post with twelve tips for getting through the holidays.
As I’ve written about before, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Christmas comes in a close second.
My mother knew how to put on a good Thanksgiving. Her Christmases weren’t too shabby either. To this day, I marvel at how she made it all appear so easy.
One of the first things to mark off her Christmas to-do list was making her famous holiday-shaped, rolled-out sugar cookies. It was a production that took time, skill, patience, know-how, stamina and, of course, a secret family recipe. (Keep reading to grab it.) She insisted upon rolling out her sugar cookie dough as thinly as possible.
“The thinner the better,” she’d always say. “The perfect sugar cookie must be thin, crisp, and a delicate golden brown.”
Some of my friends’ mothers made thick, chewy sugar cookies, but I always knew they were not the “perfect” cookie.
Always, and only for Christmas, my mother made a double batch of her sugar cookies, and the kitchen counters and table would become a sea of fragile, golden cookies waiting for the finishing frosting process to begin.
My three siblings and I always helped with the frosting part. That was a painstakingly slow process that could not be hurried and seemed to take forever. Each cookie was gently and meticulously frosted (using not just one color, but several) with almost surgical skill and care so as not to break it (of course, many were broken, but we got to eat those!) each one ending up being a mini work of art. Well, almost.
Every year, after our assembly-line cookie production was finished, the cookies were stashed away in the basement freezer like hidden treasures. When the time finally arrived for them to be brought out, they would be displayed on crystal trays for all to admire, marvel at and, of course, indulge in. Mother carefully rationed them out to last as long as possible, which usually meant until my older sister’s birthday on January 2nd.
I’ve continued making my mother’s rolled-out, frosted sugar cookies every single year since I left home. I don’t particularly enjoy making them. Too much work. I don’t even really like eating them all that much. Too sweet and no chocolate. Plus, I got sick on the dough one year after eating too much of it, so that’s likely the main reason they’ve not been my favorite since.
They might not be my favorite holiday cookie, but I make them because doing so is another way to remember my mother and a whole lot more. And my family loves them!
After all, baking holiday cookies isn’t just about the cookies.
Here’s my mother’s (which is really my grandmother’s) secret recipe for the best ever rolled-out sugar cookies. If you make them, your family will love them. Guaranteed!
Julie Harris
Wednesday 19th of December 2018
My mom didn’t bake or cook for that matter. I love to cook but baking has never been my forte. Found a satisfactory solution. A local group of charitable organizations has a huge bake sale annually to raise much needed funds. I go every year and buy at least 100! I’m very charitable!! . If they are too pretty I mess them up a bit ultimately passing them off as the fruits of my hard work!! Everyone knows but it produces a good laugh. My newest daughter in law joined me this year so she can “show off” at her family get together. She swore me to secrecy since her sister always rubs it in her face that she can’t cook. It’s a good family secret.
Linda Boberg
Wednesday 19th of December 2018
My mother used to have a Christmas Cookie Party which we, her daughters, went to as servers. She invited her friends and instructed them to make 100 cookies. then we passed the cookies around, telling each lady at take 3 or 4 cookies. The women just sat there and chatted away, drinking a holiday punch. It was a very fun party. I had a few of those parties and had my children pass the cookies out. It was a new experience having Boys hand them out, but my wild child always made it fun. Unlike Mom's generation, women worked, didn't have time to cook, complained about 100 cookies (!) or asked if they could bring store-bought. I gave it up, but I still have delightful memories of those parties. Happy holidays, Nancy!
Joyce M Colby
Wednesday 19th of December 2018
I am of Norwegian heritage, so I make sandbakkels, rosettes, and krumkake. And of course cut out sugar cookies. But they have to have pink frosting because that's what great grandma always did. Almost forgot, my caramel corn. It's my signature treat. As I age, my back starts to ache, so I do all the baking over a couple days.
Sandy
Wednesday 29th of November 2017
Diagnosed with metastatic cancer this week so you know what that means. I’ve always loved baking cookies especially at Christmas. My mother-in-law used to call it her stress reliever. Spritz and molasses ginger cookies are a couple of my specialties. Even though my time is now shortened I’m going to bake as long as I can:
Nancy
Thursday 30th of November 2017
Sandy, I am sorry to learn about your metastatic diagnosis. That sucks. As for the Christmas cookies, I'm not sure I love baking them, but I can't imagine not doing it. I love spritz and molasses cookies too. I don't make molasses though, as they never turn out. Hope you enjoy your baking this year. Thank you for sharing. I'll be thinking about you.
Kate, of Kate Has Cancer
Thursday 18th of December 2014
I feel the same way about the cookie traditions. I'm waiting for my daughter to finish school so we can bake mom's orange juice cookies. They sound awful but are delicious, like little cakes. We stopped by the cemetery during Christmas shopping tonight, to say hello to Mom. We will miss her so much this year.
Nancy
Friday 19th of December 2014
Kate, It's lovely that you continue the cookie baking tradition of your mom's and it's so very touching that you stopped by the cemetery to say hello. This Christmas will be bittersweet for you. I'll be thinking about you. Much love. xx