As a child, the anticipation of the holidays meant one thing: My Aunt Patti’s famous sugar cookies. Fluffy, sweet, frosted, perfection.
We would often bake and decorate them together, having plenty of samples along the way. And over the course of the holiday weekend, I would tuck away what felt like dozens of cookies.
I know; not great. But since then, my appetite has matured. I can actually feel a sugar rush coming on and recognize it’s unpleasant, which allows me to enjoy desserts in moderation.