let the christmas baking commence

christmas pies

Winnie the Pooh would say it is a blustery day and that it is.  Our neck of the woods missed the big winter storm that brought a foot of snow to our northern neighbors but gentle flakes are falling this morning and it is so beautiful, though extremely windy.  It calls for a day to stay inside, sip cocoa, watch White Christmas, finish a handmade Christmas present still in the works, and perhaps start the Christmas baking.

I will be making the usual family favorites this year, though we aren’t expecting the huge crowd we enjoyed last Christmas so the piles of cookies won’t be quite as tall!  Of course there will be Cowboy Cookies, and gingerbread men, along with cranberry and banana breads and Christmas Crunch.  I will be mixing up Mollie’s wedding cheese balls, too, and, of course, the Campbell men favorite, pecan pie!  If you make one of these, be sure to make two.  They will disappear before your eyes!

Campbell Men’s Favorite Pecan Pie

Unbaked single pie crust
1/3 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
½ tsp. all purpose flour
¼ cup light corn syrup
2 tsp. vanilla
3 eggs
½ tsp. salt
1 ½ cups pecans, halved or broken in pieces
2 TBS. melted butter

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Arrange crust in pie plate, fluting edges to keep liquid inside. In large bowl, combine first 6 ingredients and beat well.  Add pecans and butter.  Pour into crust and bake for 45 minutes or until filling bubbles and crust is light golden brown.  Insert knife into pie to test.  Cool on rack and serve with ice cream or whipped cream if desired.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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  1. says

    “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” brings back memories for me. My oldest daughter, who is now all grown up, married, and expecting her first baby, memorized this poem when she was four or five years old. I think it is the first longer poem (not a nursery rhyme) that she learned.


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