I have many memories of baking Christmas cookies, but my favorites are from the first two Christmases of my married life, when I made cookies for a cookie exchange in our apartment's tiny tan-and-white kitchen.
It was late on a Sunday night, a festive Sunday night, and I was making pink and green macaroons, not to be confused with the macarons above, shot last May at a LeNoitre bakery near the Bastille in Paris.
I ran out of something, and made a quick trip to a larger supermarket in the shadow of Green Bay's Lambeau Field (which, having just moved to "Titletown" from Madison, I insisted on calling Camp Rambeau). As usual, I poked around the store, looking for other ways to enhance my holiday. In the floral department, I found a carved wooden Santa figure that somehow enchanted me. I still have it, and I will make certain I take a photo before this holiday season ends.
Baking cookies has always been a solitary activity for me. I cherish my time alone, so I like it that way. I have never had the advantage of a large kitchen, so it works out best that way.
Besides, I am a bit eccentric.
There is a lot more to be said for working with others when baking for the holidays. Ask Lydia from The Perfect Pantry. Read about her Drop in and Decorate efforts here.