Well, that's what I call it at least. Other folks may use a different name. But each year, the women on my mom's side of the family have gotten together to carry on a family tradition, making the time intensive Klejner, a Danish Christmas cookie, that's sort of like a crunchier donut with a unique diamond shape.
We have a number of traditions that are tied into our weekend, including exchanging small gifts and a delicious dinner together on Friday night.
But the real work begins early Saturday morning, when the team aprons up and each person takes their position.
One person mixes the dough...
Another rolls it out and cuts the diamonds...
Another adds a twist to the diamonds...
And then those tasty treats get deep fried to golden perfection....
And someone else sorts, counts, and stacks them. And the process continues for four batches of roughly 5 and half dozen cookies. Our own mass production assembly line.
Some folks are generalists, and can pinch hit at any of the positions when someone gets tired. Others are specialists, and do the one thing they do best. And some folks enjoy not touching the cookies at all, preferring to keep the Christmas tunes going or to document the weekend festivities. Me, I'm a folder. I love adding the twist to the cookies.
While the cookie making is fun, most of the fun comes from eating until we are stuffed and then eating again, singing off key to Christmas songs, and spending time with each other.
And most importantly, snuggle with cute cats.
See ya next year, Cookie Weekend!
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