While my sister, Dovima, and I pound Trader Joe’s Brandy Beans by the fistful, her daughter, my niece and heir to my string collection, Sweet Pea, is busy baking all the Christmas cookies.
Gotta say Dovima has raised that kid right! Sweet Pea is baking snowballs, press cookies and Oreo Truffles.
Snowballs, also called Mexican Wedding cookies or Sandies (a name preferred by our late grandmother, Vesuvius) are my favorite. Sweet Pea is baking those first.
After baking the snowballs Sweet Pea moves onto another holiday hit, press cookies in the shape of Christmas trees.
With the leftover dough Sweet Pea makes three freak-shaped cookies – one each for her mother, father and aunt, which we eat while watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo at the multiplex.
A few words about the film; we liked it very much, but everyone spoke English with a Swedish-y accent. This reminded me of films made back in the day when the bad guys whether they be German spies or Japanese military men always spoke English to each other with accents, probably because Hollywood has issues with subtitles. Our real problem with the accents is that our three sets of middle age ears each missed portions of the dialogue. Dovima is still banging her head against the kitchen counter since she entirely missed the twist at the end The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo resolving the mystery with Christopher Plummer’s granddaughter. My sister’s new mantra is:
My brother-in-law, Herb (with a silent h), and I have tried to assure her that she’s not an idiot, just pretty deaf. Herb even went so far as to claim:
Herb: Honey, there were times during the movie when I wanted to stand in front of the screen with a hearing horn!
His attempt at delivering a comforting lament fell on deaf ears.
Overall, this film is a very entertaining thriller and probably even better if heard in its entirety.
Back to cookies, after baking the press cookies, Sweet Pea made some Pillsbury slice and bake for a friend of hers.
Dovima and I, the official tasters, tried a few of those. Surprisingly, they were pretty good.
Dovima: What do you think’s the center stuff that makes them taste so good?
Me: Probably a lot of hydrogenated fat.
Then, Sweet Pea made her own favorites, Oreo Truffles. Just smash a package of Oreos to smithereens, mix in a brick of cream cheese and refrigerate for two hours or freeze for 45 minutes.
Highly not recommended for the lactose intolerant set.
YUM! Snowballs are my all time favorite! So easy to pop a hundred in your mouth in just seconds. Thank you for the cookie taunts – I’m going over to my sister’s in about a half hour to start eating our cookies.
I liked the Swedish, original version of the movie – even though you had to read subtitles it was so worth it! I think I’ll skip this Americanized version.
That is so true about snowballs! Unfortunately, they then expand in your gut seconds later!
If you do see the American version of the film, it does star Daniel Craig. I’m sure he’d help you get through it.
Okay, I’m 2 days late getting here, but those snowballs still look great! Hope you all had a Merry and Lameless Christmas!
The snowballs are terrific. I’ve been stuffing myself royally out here. It’s been a fat-filled Christmas. Feeling like a Winnebago on feet.
OMG Oreo truffles? Oreos with cream cheese! Dayum homie!
Yes, you’ve got that right, Pal. I wouldn’t go near those with my problematic guts, but my 84-year-old father who has the intestinal fortitude of a goat, told me that they were delicious.