Anyone who knows me well knows that every Christmas, I go absolutely crazy for cookies. For the last eight years I’ve hosted a party that has been dubbed Desa’s Slave Labor Cookie Party. One year we made 1200 cookies in a day. It was absolutely insane. But painfully delicious – everyone ends up covered in powdered sugar with horrific stomachaches from too much raw cookie dough snitched off of fingers amidst preparation of literally hundreds of little dough balls. For scale, see the pictures below.
In the end we usually make six or seven types, but my favorite has be to spritz cookies. Spritz cookies are a little evil. They are little butter cookies, about one or two bites, with a little lick of almond running through its delicate crumbliness. Of course, the cheery Christmas spritz are also a pleasure to look at, and I’ve found that if I color them blue, nobody eats them and I get plenty to dunk in sugary milky tea.