He runs in when I open it and shakes off the snow. During the Christmas cookie party.ĭisney bounds from behind the garage, black ears flopping, and sits at the sliding glass door. The microwave dings and I grab the coffee and continue staring absentmindedly out the window. Should have mowed the lawn one last time. I didn’t cut back the perennials and now snow clumps in the hollows. I hug myself for warmth as Disney disappears behind the garage. Reluctantly, I leave the remnants of the dream in the still warm bed and slide on my lavender fleece bathrobe, let Disney out, pour last night’s coffee in a cup, and zap it in the microwave. Today is a big and busy day and I had better start it. Disney sits laughing beside my bed, his tongue lolling and his tail thumping the carpet. Outside, the snow falls in tight crystals, almost like fog. I stretch my arm out for Jim, but he is gone. MY DREAM FLUTTERS AWAY as I open my eyes. Place them back on the paper and add more confectioners’ sugar while they cool. Pull the cookies and papers off the cookie sheet and onto a cooling rack and let them cool slightly be sure they’re still warm and then gently shake them in a bag with the confectioners’ sugar. I line my cookie sheets with wax paper or parchment paper and spray them with Pam. With floured hands, shape into one-inch balls and bake on ungreased cookie sheets. Combine all of the ingredients except confectioners’ sugar. Chop the pecans in a blender or food processor until you have two cups.
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