“Making sugar cookies was the one thing my grandma would never agree to do when I was growing up,” my husband grumbled as he threw his weight into rolling out dough between two sheets of wax paper. “It’s so much work.”
We were spending all Sunday making Christmas cookies, our second year attempting a gluten-free, sugar-free batch. And it was moments like these I told myself again how lucky we are that Jason A) can work really, really hard when he wants to, and B) likes good-tasting food enough to agree to. For as much work as rolling out dough for regular cookies always is, I’m not sure I believe it comes close to as much work as GFCFSugarF versions. (I also somewhat doubt his sweet grandmother ever refused to make him cookies.)
Last year we cheated a bit and used a tiny bit of food coloring; this year, we tried to have the best of both worlds. For Logan and my cookies, we used packets of all-natural coloring made from plants — for Jason’s, Sadie’s and “Santa’s” cookies, we used Betty Crocker gel tubes. See if you can tell which was which.
Yeah. The healthier versions of food coloring (made from beets and other vegetables) turned our ghee and honey mixture into varying shades of mud–albeit tasty mud. Compared to the cookies with the sugary treatment, mine and Logan’s looked pretty pathetic.
But they were healthier (the small amount of honey being the only “bad” ingredient), and believe it or not, I thought they tasted better, too. And when the sugary version of frosting set on the cookies overnight, it solidified, effectively becoming cement on dough. It kind of reminded me of those bottles of colored Elmer’s glue from elementary school — and I imagined it’d have the same effect on the inside of my and Logan’s stomachs.
But try selling that against the candy-coated cookies in magical colors to a 4-year-old. The meltdown wasn’t horrific, but we let him have a sugar-frosting cookie anyway. The next day he wanted another, and I explained to him those kind had lots of sugar that probably would make his body feel icky. I let him decide; he chose the “healthy” ones.
Merry (belated) Christmas!