All posts tagged: holiday cookies

Baileys Christmas Cookies

The Cookies Santa Would Like You to Leave Out For Him This Year

It’s a little late for holiday cookies by some standards, but yesterday is when I made this batch, and if you happen to have some time on your hands and enough flour and spices in your cupboard, you can totally knock these up this afternoon. Leaving a little treat out for Santa Claus is something that we’ve not done for quite some time in this family, mostly because we, the children, are now 18 and 20. It would be somewhat inappropriate to let delicious biscuits go stale overnight in the name of a man we both (sadly) found out over a decade ago does not in fact sneak down the chimney to enjoy them. If you are lucky enough to have tiny excited people running around your house right now in a fit of excitement for the arrival of the big guy in red, you may well be taking part in this cute tradition. I highly recommend these gingerbread cookies with a little Baileys icing. This is not really a recipe post. I used the …

Marmalade Cookies with Whisky Icing

Whisky icing. That’s why you clicked, isn’t it? It’s the whole reason I made these biscuits in the first place (fair warning: I’ll alternate between using the words biscuits and cookies because I’m the opposite of a purist, I’m a big sloppy not purist). I recently saw a recipe for cinnamon buns (or something similar) with a whisky glaze (or something similar) and it’s been vaguely playing on my mind ever since. I thought it was on Bon Appetit, but I’ve searched there and found no joy. So I decided to see if simply adding whisky to icing sugar yielded grown-up deliciousness. Unsurprisingly, it absolutely did. It does for cookies what brandy does for mince pies, a gorgeous festive boozy hit. It’s the best. You’re going to love it. I suppose at this point you’re dying to know where I found these cutters. I bought them a shameful number of weeks ago. It was early September I believe, and in my defence, they were being sold. I’m a helpless consumer, what was I to do? …