By Kipp Irland
For The News Courier Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020
I know I have mentioned my neighborhood a few times, but they deserve another nod. When Christmas rolls around, the neighbors of my cul-de-sac have a cookie exchange. Those who donât bake will gift wine instead.
My mother was a fabulous baker who could turn out beautiful cakes, scrumptious pies and literally hundreds of cookies without breaking a sweat. For Christmas, she would make about 10 different varieties of cookies and store them in giant tins. When we got older and were out of the house, there was a tin under the tree filled with cookies for each of us to take home. Some of us may or may not have passed them off as our own.