Poetry Friday: Christmas cookies – and “Christmas Cookies”
For today’s edition of Poetry Friday, I had first thought I would simply refer folks to the adult poem I posted this past Tuesday. It then occurred to me that, although I’m proud of the poem and the reasons for its inspiration, it might be a bit too depressing to lead into the joyous Christmas weekend. Nothing against depression, mind you – poets like me thrive on it, of course - but I’m not the kind of morose individual who is constantly in a state of perpetual melancholy, so I decided a swing in the opposite direction for today might be appropos.
Around here, I do most of the baking; doubly-so this time of year. My wife is a great cook, but she knows that if I weren’t doing what I’m doing, I’d probably be a chef somewhere. Or a sous-chef. Or a line cook. Or just prepping salads at Ho-Jo’s. Fact is, I love to cook, so the holidays give me all the reasons in the world to go overboard in the kitchen.
In the past two weeks, I’ve made 3 gallons of chili, a batch of homemade ham and potato cream soup, 5 different types of muffins, 6 different types of cookies, and a pumpkin-rum swirled cheesecake with a gingersnap-pecan crust.
This is all in addition to normal day-to-day cooking.
Did I mention I love this time of year??
Anyway, I thought I’d share a recipe for a traditional Swedish spice cookie called pepparkakor…along with a poem about Christmas cookies. First, the recipe…these are cookies I bake every year, and although the recipe should make about 4 dozen cookies (depending on how big your cookie cutters are), I usually have to make two batches because I give so many away!
If you like gingersnaps, you’ll love these.
In Sweden, animal shapes are often used, but I use whatever I’m in the mood for. Pepparkakor are so simple to make, they’re a great cookie to bake with your kids; you almost can’t screw them up! In fact, my 2-year-old loves to help me cook, and it takes a small army and an act of Congress to get him away from the batter long enough for me to cut them out.
Ingredients
1 stick (1/2 cup) butter (salted or unsalted), softened
1/2 cup packed brown sugar (dark or light)
1/4 cup molasses (dark corn syrup will do, but molasses is better)
1 T. each ground cinnamon and ground ginger
2 t. ground nutmeg
2 t. ground cloves
and heck – while you’re at it, throw in some allspice, if you’ve got it!
1 t. baking soda
1 T. orange zest (optional)
2 T. cream or milk
2 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cup white chocolate, for decorating
Directions
In a large bowl, beat all ingredients – except the cream and flour – together with an electric mixer.
On low speed, mix in the cream, then flour, just until well blended (dough should be slightly crumbly, but even-coloured).
Wrap dough and chill until firm enough to roll, at least 30 minutes, but can also be stored overnight.
Preheat oven to 375 F.
On a lightly-floured surface, roll dough out in small batches to about an 1/8-inch thickness and cut using cookie cutters.
Place at least an inch apart on ungreased cookie sheets (this is where I LOVE parchment paper) and bake 5-7 minutes, depending on their size, until firm.
Let rest for a few minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool.
To decorate, simply melt the white chocolate in the microwave or double-boiler and dip portions of the top of each cookie; top with sprinkles, if you’d like.
Let stand at room temp to harden, and enjoy!
So there’s my traditional Swedish Christmas cookie, direct from the old country.
(Full disclosure: like many Americans, I’m a mutt: Swedish, German, Scottish, and English – with a weeeeeee bit of French you’d have to travel back nearly 300 years to get to. So although the ‘old country’ is Sweden today, it might be a different country tomorrow.)
On to the poetry…
Unlike the other poems I post here, that have been revised, edited, revised, critiqued, revised, revised, revised, revised…this is only a second draft. I don’t think it flows as well as it could, and I’m not sure if the last line has the punch of a typical poem of mine, so it probably has plenty of work ahead of itself – but considering the occasion, it was the obvious one to feature. Hope you like it (such as it is), and be sure to pop over to My Juicy Little Universe for all the Poetry Friday offerings!
Christmas Cookies
When Christmastime is getting close,
We grab the cookie sheets
And dad and I start baking
My favourite kinds of treats!
We fill our bowls with flour and eggs,
We mix and stir and beat;
I try to hide the little bites
Of batter that I eat.
We cut out shapes of every kind
And cover them with sprinkles;
I make a tree of red and green
With one big star that twinkles.
Then put the cookies in the oven,
Let them slowly bake…
Before they’re done, I’m asking dad
What others we can make!
- © 2012 Matt Forrest Esenwine
Merry Christmas!
“Where Will You Be?” is a powerful poem, but I also enjoyed this sweet sampling
Merry Christmas and happy baking with your little dude!
Thanks, Iza! He and I are working on some raspberry-pecan shortbread cookies now, as a matter of fact…
Tasty! Merry Christmas, Matt.
Thanks…you, too, Matt!
Matt,
I’m drooling. the pumpkin rum cheese cake sounds heavenly. sure wish I was there to taste one of your raspberry-pecan shortbread cookies, WOW! Your poem was tasty too.
Thanks for your thoguhts, Joy. I have to admit…I’m a fairly humble fellow, but I make a darned good cheesecake.
What a treat to pop over here and not only get some heavenly smells to think about, but also a recipe and catchy poem, too. What fun it must be at your house!
Between the baking, the wood stove, and the orange peels & cloves simmering on top of said stove…it does, indeed, smell nice around here. Come on by!
I didn’t know that you were a foodie!! You sound ever so capable in the kitchen. And how lucky is your little boy, to have a daddy that not only lets him help, but taste as well!
I think your poem flows just fine. Thanks for this homey look into your life. And a Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Merry Christmas to you, too, Violet! Thanks for popping in; I’m glad you liked the poem.
I think my favorite part is that the baker is a dad. The baker at our house is a dad too. Happy holidays!
Thanks, Liz – Happy holidays to you, as well. I thought it would be nice to have the dad as the baker because it not only goes against stereotypes…but around here, it’s true!
Thanks for the poem and the recipe. I especially like the ending. Your house must smell amazing! Happy holidays to you and yours!
Sounds like you have a fragrant kitchen! Thanks for the cookie recipe. I love your poem about sharing baking with your little one.
Who knew? Matt a foodie! Loved the poem about Dad and boy baking together!
those Raspberry-pecan shortbread cookies sure sound good and that cheesecake sounds out of this world. Making me hungry, Matt!
Best wishes for Happy Holidays!
Thank you for both poems! That cheesecake is DROOL-worthy!! Gingersnap crust=brilliant!!
Thank you, everyone! I appreciate you stopping by. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday!
Tasty indeed, Matt–father/son baking (and any parent/child cooking) is sort of rebalancing, don’t you think? My tendency is to take a factory-model efficiency approach to our yearly baking, but including the kids slows me down in all the best ways. Your speaker sounds a lot more patient than my kids!
Indeed, baking with young kids and efficiency are usually mutually exclusive…but it’s hard to complain!
Love the joy in this poem, Matt. And I could really relate to
I try to hide the little bites
Of batter that I eat.
Not that I ever have to do that when my husband bakes Christmas cookies…
Ha! I’m sure you don’t – no one EVER sneaks the batter before the cookies get on the sheets.
Thanks, Laura!
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