A few weeks ago, I wasn’t feeling well, and all I wanted was some chicken soup and a piece of homemade cake. Unfortunately, there were no reserve sweets in the freezer. When I had gotten sick or had been feeling under the weather some years ago, my mom would always come through with some soup and a homemade sweet.
If reincarnation does exist, I want to come back as one of Jerry’s birds. My husband, Jerry, is for the birds. As soon as the first leaf of autumn had fallen, Jerry was looking for the best prices on bird seed and getting his thermal spa ready for winter bathing. I have never used Jerry’s spa. It’s in our back yard just past our deck in prime real estate location for a bird’s eye view while sitting at our kitchen table. It could probably handle my foot and big toe… possibly. I don’t have a spa, but Jerry’s birds do.
When he visits your house on Christmas Eve, don’t disappoint that man in the red suit and white beard. A batch or two of homemade cookies is a sure way to share the jollies of the jingle-bell season. After all, a journey of about 3,400 miles, as the reindeer fly, is worthy of a special treat. Everyone loves Christmas cookies, especially the original, jolly, Jelly Belly. But he does get some cookie consumption competition at my house around holiday time.