The holiday baking began in earnest this week, and after four years of working together to make all our favorite Christmastime treats, Breen, Patrick, and I have it down to a science - we're like a finely tuned cookie- and candy-making machine. :)
One of the things we've learned (through past frustrations) is that Scandihoovian goodies pine for the apparently arid fjords of their native land. They don't care for these humid Pennsylvania winters one bit, and they absolutely refuse to set up properly on precipitation-laden days (thus leading Patrick to coin the new adage, "You can't make lefse on a rainy day.").
The same is true of krumkaker, which was originally on the agenda for tonight. But, as it's been raining here for two days straight, we had to ditch that plan, so we made several batches of peppermint bark and chocolate krinkles instead. These are also quite tasty, and (in the case of the krinkles) infused with childhood memories for both Patrick and I, so it's all good.
But our jones for crisp cardamom-y goodness remains unsated. Perhaps Saturday, if Mother Nature will comply. . .
1 comment:
Waves of empathy in your direction.
Last night's dinner was rotisserie chicken wrapped in buttered lefse. Mmmmmmmmmm.
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