When I decided to sit down (read: curl up in bed under a duvet) to finally write a blog post tonight, I didn’t even realize I would do it while watching the new season of The Great British Bake Off. As I wrote about cookies. As I wrote about cookies well-suited to ice cream sandwiches. As I watched a bunch of Brits bake biscuits destined to be biscuit sandwiches for Paul Hollywood and that new lady who isn’t Mary Berry. THIS WAS MEANT TO BE.
We all have family secrets, right? I’m not talking about that weird skeleton in the closet stuff because that’s for a different time, like when you accidentally down buckets of wine. I’m talking about a family’s secret recipes. As it turns out, my biggest and best Christmas recipes are just that – secrets. Those are the recipes that I’m not willing to share with all twelve of you that read this lil’ ole blog. I guess that’s kind of silly since most of you are family, but here’s hoping a few others are reading!