‘Tis the season for giving and receiving (and indulging in a daily supply of) sweet treats.
It’s that time when chocolate company gifts begin arriving at my door. Pounds of the best homemade candied pecans are shipped from my in-laws, among all the Amazon Prime boxes of gifts we ordered for other people crowding our entryway.
Batches of chocolate peppermint cookies and gingerbread stars get baked and packed up the last day of preschool for teacher gifts. (I stopped making gingerbread cookies from scratch years ago once I realized I could cheat with the Trader Joe’s gingerbread dough and call it a day.) And now that my kid is on on winter break, we’re feeling the holiday spirit and every day seems to call for a little something —a walk after dinner down to Thirteenth Street to Milk Bar, a cup of hot cocoa, extra mini chocolate chips in our pancakes at home.
And then, there are all the sweets I end up consuming while rushing around the city picking up last-minute Christmas gifts. It can’t be helped. If I’m downtown running errands, it’s likely I’m treating myself to a coffee and a little something from Maman or Arcade Bakery. This stressed-out mama who has been in long lines all morning needs it. And while picking up gifts for others at Lafayette, Brigadeiro Bakery and Jacques Torres, I get distracted and buy a little something to take home. A few extra brigadeiros in a small box for the husband. One fancy peppermint macaron for my son. And something for me – a small bag of dark chocolate pretzel peppermint bark because I’m pregnant (and hey, when you think about it, it’s really a gift for the baby).