Photo: Jennifer Iserloh
Making holiday cookies is a serious family tradition for me, a tradition that goes well beyond just
Christmas cookies. Perhaps it's a Pittsburgh thing, but I can't remember a single wedding, reunion, graduation, or football game that didn't have mounds of
homemade cookies.
Now that December is here, I'm already into serious
cookie-cranking mode. When I was growing up, my Granny and I used to start baking almost three weeks before Christmas. Lemon cream sandwiches, ceci cookies, lady fingers, toffee bars, dark chocolate with white chocolate chips and pfefferrnüsse -- the list was huge and we used to rotate our annual selections depending on Granny's mood, preparing 15 to 16 different types to outfit large cookie trays and send care packages to the neighbors.
Since there was no possible way to get it all done, even in a week, Granny had a foolproof storage system that she used each and every year, starting with battered
cookie tins that she had collected over the years.