Once a year I make pizelle cookies. I make one batch of vanilla and one batch of chocolate. I don't make the Annis flavor any more because a lot of people don't care for the licorice flavor & then I end up eating them all.
So last week I sat on my cushy red chair with my coffee table and pizelle iron in front of me. My kids were in my face and prancing about waiting for a spoon or a bowl to lick. The dog was on the ottoman extending her little neck in an effort to nab herself a pizelle treat. Nothing signifies the beginning of the holiday rush like pulling out and dusting off the pizelle iron.
It was almost two weeks before Christmas. Christmas was far enough away that I wasn't in danger of eating every morsel before the holiday gatherings and close enough that the cookies wouldn't get stale.
Or so I told myself.
I woke up every morning with six stacks of pizelle cookies tormenting me from my kitchen counter top. I make my coffee every morning....and there they are. Coffee and pizelle cookies go very good together.
I'll just have two.
I return from the pantry closet after a failed attempt at finding a better breakfast alternative. And there they are. I'll just have these two more and that's it.
Every morning I wake and my stacks of pizelle cookies get shorter and shorter.
After dinner the stacks are on my kitchen counter tormenting the kids. "Mom, can we have just one for dessert?"
"Mom they're so small, just one more?"
"Just one more"
And every evening the stacks of pizelle cookies get shorter and shorter.
I brought a couple dozen to my Italian class last week to share in the last class party feast.
I returned home and the stack seemed to have shrunk even in my absence.
I had a couple friends over for a morning coffee on Thursday and put a couple dozen out to munch on with them.
My son brought a note home from his teacher stating that they were planning a cookie exchange at their class holiday party and each child was to bring in eight cookies. "Handmade cookies are preferred." Perfect. We have pizelle cookies.
There were only a dozen left.
Let me take a brief moment of silence to let that sink in.
Out of approximately 200-300 cookies that were made a mere seven days ago....we only have a dozen left.
So I counted out eight cookies put them carefully into a zip lock bag and told Hefty to put them on top of his backpack. Not IN his backpack as pizelle cookies are very fragile and delicate and will get smooshed very easily.
So he did.
He listened to me.
He put the zip lock bag on top of his backpack in his bedroom.
Getting ready to leave the house with the family yesterday afternoon...."Where's Rosie?" (the canine smurf).
She found the cookies.
She ate the cookies.
And now we only have four pizelle cookies left. One pathetic little stack of pizelle cookies remain on my counter.
So yesterday while at Costco I picked up a pack of cookies. (They were "handmade" by someone, right?). My son was instructed to inform his teacher that his dog (and his mother, and his father, and his brother, and his sister) ate his homework.
This morning? I caught Papa Smurf (AKA The Cookie Caper) with one of Hefty's homework cookies in his mouth.
"WHA? No-ody tole me" *said with a mouth full of cookie crumbs spraying from his mouth*
And now I have no more pizelle to share with my family and friends at our holiday parties and we are once again one cookie short for the cookie exchange.
Anyone want a pizelle iron. I'm DONE making "Christmas" cookies.