At the beginning of every holiday season, I like to take some time to think about how I want to spend these few magical weeks. It's a yearly reevaluation of sorts – what did we do last year that we loved? What have we always talked about doing but never attempted? It's essentially trying on traditions and seeing which ones fit and become part of your family story and which ones become the equivalent of an itchy wool sweater passed on to Goodwill.
For a few years now, my sister Suzan has hosted a cookie exchange that's become quite the envy of Coppell, Texas. Unfortunately, we've yet to make Texas a Christmas tradition, so every year I miss out on the extravaganza. This year I decided to take matters into my own hands and host my own Cookie Exchange. Seeing as how there seems to be a genetic predisposition to becoming a cookie diva, I enlisted my other sister, Ana, to co-host the cookie exchange. With our fearless Texan sibling as our mentor, we went for it.
This Cookie Exchange tradition? It's no wool sweater. It's cashmere, baby. As long as cashmere sweaters go with elastic waist pants. Because when you're done eating all the wonderful cookies our 19 guests baked? Those skinny jeans won't fit anymore. Look at the pictures, though. So worth it. I'll work on my waistline in January. For now, I'll just work on the six dozen cookies I scored when all was said and done.
Happy nom nom nom Holidays nom nom nom!