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Telephone!

The girls and I invented a new game while I was baking Christmas cookies this week. Telephone! Wait, you say, that isn’t new! Oh, yes, it is! Here’s how you play: Get your Fancy Nancy telephone. If you don’t have one, you’re going to want to go out and get one, or decorate an old phone with ribbons, flowers, and anything pink. Take a notepad and a crayon. Pretend to answer the phone for Mommy and take a message. This game may also be known as Secretary! Administrative Assistant!

From the picture above, you can tell Emmy’s had a cold this week. She was banned from the cookie-making process after she sneezed on all the chocolate chips I put into her little bowl. She didn’t mind; instead of putting the chocolate in the cookies, she got to eat the chips instead!

Here is the recipe for one of our favorite cookies at Christmastime:

Ruby Sparklers

1/2 cup sugar
1 cup butter, softened
2 cups sifted regular flour
1/4 tsp. salt
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 tsp. almond extract
semi-sweet chocolate chips
colored sugar (I used red and green–ooo, Christmasy! To make colored sugar, I pour a small amount of sugar into a bowl and mix with a few drops of food coloring.)

Pre-heat oven to 325 degrees. Sift flour and salt; set aside. Cream butter with sugar until light and fluffy. Add vanilla and almond extract. Stir in flour mixture a third at a time.

Press dough (about a teaspoon) around three chocolate chips to make a small ball. Roll in colored sugar. Place one inch apart on ungreased cookie sheet.

Bake for 25 minutes. Yield: about 4 dozen cookies

And there you have it. A new game, PLUS a cookie recipe.

Happy baking!

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The Art of Husking Corn

One of the benefits of growing up in a rural area was the bounty of summer. My mom canned dill pickles and made plum jam. She froze tomatoes and sweet corn. My sister and I had the job of husking the corn. So I had to laugh when I read this on O Chef:

“The only really useful gadget we have found for shucking corn, though, is one or more boys and/or girls between the ages of eight and eleven — when they’re old enough to do it pretty well, but still young enough to be convinced that it might be fun (and don’t require payment). With proper motivation, they can shuck a mountain of corn in short order.”

Maybe I thought husking corn was fun when I was eight, but a bushel of ears later I decided I hated husking corn. The silks stuck to my bare, shorts-clad legs, there were usually bugs in the husks, and I didn’t like eating corn on the cob and getting all those kernel skins stuck in my teeth.

Now I love eating corn on the cob, especially Peaches & Cream corn from Iowa, but I still don’t like husking corn. Last summer, we were out on my parents’ deck husking corn. I was doing it gingerly, peeling each husk off individually, trying to avoid getting dirty. “What are you doing? That’s not how I taught you to husk corn!” Mom told me. So I went back to the way I used to husk: I tore half the husks off the ears of corn, and then tore the other half off. Voila! I had a pile of corn in no time, ready to be steamed, buttered, and devoured.

Mom is teaching her grandchildren the fine art of husking corn.

Brushing off the sticky corn silk!