Sorry Not Sorry, Santa — No Cookies for You

I am a sugar addict and plan to focus on merry notes that replace baking this Christmas — our health, my teal velvet dress and a sweet, fragrant orange.

My Williams Sonoma cookie jar will not hold cookies this year, but it’s still a sign of holiday cheer.
  1. Snow drifts of cream. Cool Whip, Reddi-wip or homemade whipped cream on a waiting mug of hot chocolate — not going to happen. Whipped toppings are pillowy, swirly, caplike and inviting, but it’s too hard for me to co-exist with them beyond a single serving; my spoon beckons, again and again.
  2. Soft landings for your sleigh. Marshmallows, in any way, shape or form call out to me from the cabinets — fancy rose-infused cubes from Ladurée Paris; vegan pink peppermint Dandies; or a jar of Marshmallow Fluff, now in production for 100 years. No can do, not this Yuletide.
  3. Mini you. I love the festive foil wrappers and retro vibe of tiny Russell Stover Milk Chocolate Santas. I bought them starting in college, to add sweet cheer to cookie and gift bags. Every Hallmark and local stationery store (even the drugstore in my hometown) carried them. But early this season, I bagged one four-ounce package of 16 little fellows and, under stress and exhaustion, devoured the last fleet standing one night. (If you must have mini-you treats, Mr. Claus, visit the shop where my Annie works on weekends: Montclair Stationery on Valley Road.)
  4. Nutella. Not baked in cookies, on fruit slices or flecked with spices. This includes supermarket brands and handcrafted Dolce Federica Nocciolosa — I picked up two cute, baby-size jars for Annie’s and Skippy’s stockings yesterday at 2:15 p.m. in a Boxed Organics Hanukkah order that included chocolate gelt for three kids in my midst. (We are not Jewish, but Skippy’s dear friends are, and she embraces all things Jewish.) The contents of one Nocciolosa jar vanished in a frenzy, at my hands, before midnight; the second mini jar is now in the car trunk. Out of sight, out of mind.
Image from Karina Dresses.
That’s me in an older Karina dress — and Skippy sitting nearby.

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