A while back, when I posted the recipe for the scrumptious Praline Cookies, YT jokingly mentioned that she'd trade me a dozen gingersnaps for a dozen of the droolingly-nummy Praline Cookies. We casually mentioned starting a cookie swap, and I agreed to host it if no one else was interested. Well, the motion died in discussion. Several people mentioned that they would really enjoy a cookie swap, but the idea went no further than that.
So, I'm hosting a cookie swap! (Dang it all! I need some cookies!) I need some feedback before we begin, though... Are you interested? Would you participate? If you would like to participate, is there a time of year that you'd prefer? I was thinking around Thanksgiving, so we're all in the baking mood, but not into the total craziness that is the holiday season. Does that sound good? Would you prefer it to coincide with Christmas? The beginning of December? How many cookies should be included? A dozen? Two? I have a questionnaire for interested persons once I get the feedback.
All that would be required is that participants make (and I said *make*, not "go to the local bakery and purchase") X many cookies, seal them in a container or Ziploc bag, and mail in a padded shoebox to your chosen recipient. Your box of deliciousness arrives and you have permission to be exceedingly greedy and eat them all. I only ask that you post pictures on your own blogs. The pictures can be of you making cookies for your Secret Sweetie, or of you eating cookies from your Secret Sweetie, or both! I just want to have fun with it. I love doing stuff like this, and I think it would be great to get to taste cookies made with love and care from another kitchen.
So -- anyone up for it? I swear, even though in my last post, I referenced what a slovenly housekeeper I am, I'm the "very cluttered" kind of slovenly. Not the "Department of Family and Children Services is going to take my child away" kind of slovenly. I routinely make entire meals in my kitchen, and we have yet to die from any kind of food poisioning or intestinal nastiness. Although JF did display his Southern roots last night by teasing me all about that new virus, "Ee-bow-lie." After I recovered from my snorting fit, I crawled back up on the bed, and we went on with our evening. Anyway. At the end of the day, my kitchen is relatively clean, and I promise not to lick the spoon while baking. And if I kill you, you have my permission to be super-mad at me.