A Little Rosy

 

 

 

 

This year I didn’t seem to get the gumption nor the time to bake all the usual goodies that I usually do.  Sure, my thighs appreciate it, but that’s about it.  No Almond Roca cookies, no sugar cookies, no fudge or Russian tea cakes.  Forget the home-made hot buttered rum mix, almond joys, toffee, lemon and seven layer bars – just forget it. 

 

Earlier this year I picked up a couple of rosette irons and molds in their original, 1960’s something box with instructions and various recipes.  I remember going over to Aunt Karen and Uncle Gordon’s Christmas parties and having these and other yummy treats.  (Fried mushrooms, prawns, zucchini, cheese sticks and the list goes on.)   In fact, I remember getting a “grown-up” truffle on year…   shh, don’t tell.

 

Christmas was officially packed up and in the attic by six o’clock in the evening of the 26th and this morning I was bound and determined to get some very neglected house work and laundry done, that is until I walked in the pantry and saw the faded boxes.  Chef Tell, a proud user of Nordicware products pictured on the front – afro and all, whispered in my ear, “Laundry sucks, make cookies instead.”   Curse you Chef Tell.  I made the cookies. 

 

Honestly, I thought it was a good way to remember Uncle Gordon who passed away this fall. Devin enjoyed tapping the stuck-on cookies off the mold and all the Farmers devoured them with or without the sugar.  I think I might have to add them to my Christmas goodie repertoire next year.