With the first snow of the season today, I am getting that warm, fuzzy holiday feeling that usually leads to the baking of Christmas cookies! This is the first batch of the season that I baked with my sister back home in Maryland over Thanksgiving. The cranberries and pecans in this recipe are the perfect fruit and nut combination, and orange zest adds that extra sparkly, festive sweetness to the mix. Go bake a batch of these now – they will be gone in a jiffy ^_^.
Cranberry Pecan Pinwheel Cookies
1 stick butter (1/2c)
3/4 c. white sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 c. flour
1/4 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 c. cranberries – very finely chopped
1/2 c. finely chopped pecans
zest of one orange
3 tbps brown sugar
2 tsp milk
- Cream together butter, sugar, egg and vanilla. Add dry ingredients to wet mixture. Refrigerate for an hour.
- Make cookie filling: mix together cranberries, pecans, and orange zest.
- Mix together brown sugar and milk to form a paste.
- Roll out dough on a piece of floured wax paper into a rectangle. Spread brown sugar paste on dough and top with cookie filling.
- Roll up cookie dough into a tight log.
- Refrigerate for at least a few hours. At this point the log can be frozen and thawed whenever you want to make cookies.
- Baking the cookies: preheat oven to 375F, slice cookies 1/4 inch thick and bake on a well buttered cookie sheet for about 14 minutes or until edges are golden brown.
P.s. On a side note, I watched Garden State when I was at my friend H’s apartment in Maryland. It’s funny how much more you understand movies as you grow older. I think the quotation below is something that a lot of people in New York can relate to.
“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”