The traditions behind each family’s holiday baking are often as unique as the actual recipes themselves. My perfect type A-personality friend Cathy plans and bakes one recipe each day the first week in December. Before anyone knows it, her baking is finished, packed away in color-coded Tupperware and alphabetized in her freezer.
My family, on the other hand, always headed for the hills the day I began my baking. They knew what was coming, as they carried in bags upon bags of flour and sugar from the grocery store. When baking day dawned, flour flew as I worked on three recipes at a time, hour after hour, until by midnight, everyone could heave a corporate sigh of relief as the baking was done, the kitchen was tidied and my family lay in an exhausted, sugar-shocked stupor. The holidays could now begin.