There is a bit of backstory to this that some of you may be familiar with, but most of you will not. Keeping in a tradition that I mean to impart and discuss its relevance to my family, I like to make holiday treats. Moving down to Washington, it is a tradition that I wanted to continue. After getting settled in and building a job down here, I ordered a table and chairs for my apartment. They were a package deal, and they are awesome! I got to test out both before buying, and was instantly in love. The chairs are cozy enough, and the table is homey as fuck.
However, this was in the time when COVID was causing excessive delays in shipping. I kid you not. There is a whole story I could tell about how our stuff was delayed a MONTH before getting here. It’s an ugly story, that is almost funny, but not quite there yet. My table was no exception to this problem. It was supposed to arrive at the beginning of December. Five guesses when it actually did. Right smack dab in the middle of March. Now, I still wanted to do noms, but I hadn’t been able to do them for Christmas. But it’s March. Well, I thought, why not still do Christmas noms? So, I ordered a bunch of Christmas themed baggies and Christmas tags for them, along with some twist ties to keep them closed. It was so absurd that I was amused. My fiancee, being the peppy and fun gal she is (what she’s doing with a dour guy like me is a mystery I prefer to remain unsolved), advised that I make this a holiday tradition. I decided – why not? There’s a fun backstory to it, and I enjoyed being able to send out holiday noms without having to deal with the holiday rush.
This year’s selection is two things, both of which are absolutely spectacular. Now, I want to preface this by saying that my budget is limited, the cost of living has gone up (as well as the rent when we renewed our lease), and I am in a bit of a rut. As such, some of you who got to enjoy these last year will not be doing so this year. I’m sorry, but choices had to be made, and you got cut. However, that being said, let no one say that I”m a complete bastard. Here is what I’m making. The recipes will be linked in with them. The first is Red Velvet Shortbread cookies. Now, there is an icing part of that recipe, but when I saw that, my first thought was – fuck this. You don’t make red velvet ANYTHING without cream cheese frosting. It’s a rule, it’s wonderful, and if you don’t think so, well, you’re entitled to be wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. The second is Disneyland’s Raspberry White Chocolate Chip Cookies. I have done thorough product testing, because I do have a standard of excellence that I expect from others and myself. My reaction to both was the same as Bart Simpson with the cocoa in The Simpsons Movie. If you don’t get that reference, watch it. It’s the funniest that The Simpsons has been in 20 years, because they got their best writers out of retirement.
Now, I know you all are wondering – when are you gonna tell Tales of Sally? That’s the name of this post, and here is you just kissing your own ass. Fair question! Now is the part where we do just that. I cannot begin to tell you all how much Sally loved Christmas. I’m sure you all have some idea. Every holiday season, she gets into it. A lot of you, probably most of you, will remember her cookies, that were the same each year. Something her and I don’t have in common. I hate repeat performances, no matter how good they are. Something that those of you who do get my noms are always annoyed by. I can’t stand repetition, and I am ALWAYS looking to expand my horizons.
Sally, on the other hand, did like repetition. She liked to make what she liked. Everything she made, while she had the energy and drive to make it, was the things she loved most. And she made a TON! A mother-effing ton. To give to a plethora of people. An astronomical number. While also bringing some to the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day family events. It is insane how many cookies that she would have. While having some leftover for herself and my sister and I to steal from. I wasn’t the best kid. Bite me.
Let me paint a picture for you, that is burned deep into my memory, something that is part of my heart and soul. A memory that is dear to me. I remember it from the second house I lived in. The three story one that was down the road from my grandma’s. We had a huge kitchen there and a big dining room. My old man made that place almost entirely by himself, save for the wiring and plumbing. When he was young, my old man’s ability to create was amazing. Age has slowed him down, but he still does a lot of stuff. The table by my throne chair was made by him and signed. It has been my bedside and chairside table for over 20 years. Really stop to think about that. One of my bookshelves has similarly been in my family since he made it decades ago.
Now, the setting of the stage for you. It’s winter outside. There’s the large kitchen with the oven on one side, the fridge on another, the sink at the far end, and the mixer to the right of that. Connecting all of this is counter space. There is a ton of ingredients out, the mixer has been going for hours. Now we have Sally at the table, rolling out the sugar cookie dough. She makes so of that that it has to be done in multiple batches, with the the mixer full to bursting, every time. The dough gets rolled out to a thickness that she has perfected since I was very young. Now she uses her cookie cutouts. There are stars, trees, and one of her signatures – Santas. They are in huge piles, dozens stacked up one on top of the others. She keeps the Santas altogether because she knows that process of making them is more involved than the other two.
While doing this, there is Christmas music on cassette tapes playing. My parents used to have this radio/tape player that was pretty awesome. My boombox that I play my CDs on is good, but it doesn’t have the same punch. There is something about cassettes and how they play. It’s analogue, and that just sounds better. Listening to vinyl albums has the same effect. It’s soothing. Digital sometimes tries to get that same effect, but it just doesn’t capture it the way that I remember. Still, when it’s done well, it’s good stuff. Makes me think of the music in Bioshock and Bioshock 2. They were able to perfect the analogue sound in digital format.
All the while that she is doing this, she would be listening to Christmas music. There would then be the decorating of the sugar cookies. Inevitably myself or my sister would be shanghaied into assisting with this endeavor. She would make a fuckton of cream cheese frosting (my favorite kind, and went with those cookies so sublimely) and we would be decorating the trees and stars. Sally stopped trusting me with the Santas when she realized that my ability to do such tedious work at the age I was then was impossible. I liked a lot of frosting. I still do. Eating the remainder of my cream cheese frosting from today’s efforts. Then there is the sprinkles. This part was also fun. I got one thing from how Sally handled sprinkles – to use the ones on the plate that we use to catch the loose ones and avoid wasting them, where possible. I still do that to this day. She rubbed off on me, a bit.
Of the cookies that Sally made, there are many. I am going to list them off and give my thoughts about them. I don’t remember the exact names of a couple, but for those of you who have partaken, my terminology will instantly bring them to mind.
- Sugar Cookies: a classic, and delicious.
- Parallelograms: delicious. Cookies and jam is a match made in heaven. I mean to make those when my cousin Amanda is finished with the cookbook of Sally’s and Grandma’s recipes. I wish I had Sally’s old cookbook with her hand written recipes, but my old man treasures it, and I totally get that. One day.
- Spritzes: I think that is the title. They were made with this little machine that would form each of them. They would be in the shape of trees and wreaths. I loved those. I may make those as well, when I get the cookbook my cousin is making.
- Powdered sugar pecan balls: Never liked those very much. Sorry if they’re your favorite
- English tea cookies with pecans: These things grew on me as I aged. No joke, when I was little, I couldn’t STAND them! But the older I got, they grew on me. Now, they’re my favorite. No joke, I love them. I mean to make those too, once my cousin gets that collaboration together.
- Filled raisin cookies: my fiancee would LOVE these cookies, as raisins are her favorite snack food, but I would have to alter the recipe to make them dairy-allergy friendly. Wouldn’t be a problem. Dairy free butter can be used for baking.
- Peanut butter blossoms: delish! Though a pain to unfreeze, since she would keep them outside in tupperware containers. Alaskan winter is good for keeping your cookies cold.
Last but not least, there is the one that Sally is most known for. Every single person who knows her, and is her friend on any level has partaken of these. It is a recipe that is as difficult and time-consuming to make as it is delicious. Something my fiancee will never be able to have because the amount of butter would make her sick to her stomach. She is allergic to dairy. No idea if you could make them with plant butter. Might be worth trying. I am, of course, talking about her caramels. That’s cara-mels. Not carmals. You fucking philistines who all pronounce it wrong! Ugh! Drives me nuts!
Probably the most tedious thing she would make, and it was understood that my sister and I would be helping her wrap them, but trust and believe, before she got older and it got difficult to do, She loved to make the Christmas cookies, and loved even more to get people’s reactions. I gave some caramels to a girl I was into in college, and her response was that they are better than sex. I was a popular guy that year with that gal. It didn’t stick, but such is life.
You all have no conceptual idea of how much work Sally put into all the noms she made, but she loved every second of it. Every single minute. There was never a point where she was not happy watching people’s reactions to her treats. It was always a happy one. Christmas was her favorite time of year, and that’s something I appreciate now more than ever.
Oh! While we’re talking about Sally and Christmas, let me tell you all about an ornament that she loved. It is this face with this long hanging thing coming down from it. My sister and I had a rather unflattering name for it that actually stuck – The Sperm. It looked like a sperm! With a looping tail at the end. When we were younger, my sister and I joked that once her and the old man were gone, we would be destroying The Sperm. Now, I don’t think I’d have the heart to do it. It would go on my fake tree. A very awful ornament, that she loved with all her heart because of all the annoyance it would make for my sister and I. Good memories.
My taste in Christmas music has grown as I have aged. My favorite trumpet player is Chris Botti. For Christmas one year, Sally got me a copy of his Christmas CD for my stocking, and I loved it. Funny thing is, so did she. My jazz music hobby was hit or miss with her. She got us tickets to go to Chris Botti in concert in Alaska, but life is cruel and unusual in how it did her wrong before the event and she was unable to make it. I ended up going by myself. Tried to make a date with a girly-mate, but it didn’t happen. Maybe for the best. That girly-mate hates me now, with a bitter passion. The concert was incredible. Botti is such a great stage presence. He has this group of people who are with him on stage, and he actually would go out of his way to give each member of the group a part that they would be able to perform during one of the numbers. Sometimes, the dude would even go off-stage while the person was doing their thing, letting them have the stage so they could shine. That’s awesome!
There was a problem during one of the numbers where the electrics weren’t working right. Rather than be awkward on stage with the stage crew fixing things, he asked that the house lights be brought up and he started to interact with the audience. It was so cool! Dude asked who plays instruments in the audience, and then would ask some of them what they played. There was one guy whose two boys raised their hands. He asked what they played, and they both said drums. During the last number, he actually told the two kids and their dad to come up on stage. Told the dad to take out his phone because he’s going to want to record this. He got the two boys on drums and got them to help with the last number. That had to have made their decade. It was an incredible night, and I did genuinely feel guilty Sally had to miss it, but you don’t know how sick she was. We’re talking the kind that when you get up, your body laughs and goes “where the fuck do you think you’re going? Sit your ass back down.” It was bad. When I told her about it, she was frustrated. I told her that we would be able to see him next time he was up there. Didn’t play out that way. One of many things.
Leaving Alaska and the snow is something that I’ve never missed, but there is one thing that has been dearly missed in my life – heading out on the snow-gos and hitting the throttle on the lake. Sally was, and I’m not exaggerating, a speed demon. That woman would blaze off on ANY open space that we would go snowmachining on. However, we would go out to Three Mile Lake and that’s where we could all cut loose. I had said that I was a weird kid, and that’s true. Well, in my head, I would always have this fantasy of me being in a military unit and going out on the snowmachine to scout out our territory. When I could cut loose, it would always be fun, because I could let my imagination make all kinds of stories. But no matter how fast any of us went, we couldn’t keep pace with Sally, who would blaze away like it was nobody’s business until she would damn near disappear on the horizon. She would go back and forth on the lake until she would get to where my old man would park and wait for the rest of us and her to meet up, enjoying every second of being a speed demon on open terrain.
I think that’s all for now. In my last post of these, I said that I don’t know how many more of them there will be, and I meant that. The sad truth is that while there are a ton of stories that are there, I only have so many. I hope you all have enjoyed this, and I wish you the best Christmas in March wishes. I wish she had been able to live to see this tradition come to fruition. It would have amused her as much as my fiancee. Alas, you can’t always get what you want.
Until next time, a quote,
“But if you try some times, you might find, you get what you need.” – Lyrics, The Rolling Stones
Peace out,
Maverick