Cohagen Chronicles

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Fish Cookies

*It's NOT what you're thinking...

My friend and borrowed mom, Karen Sue, started these. It's an incredibly long story, but I'll condense it for you...sorta. She and her younger daughters were hanging out at my teeny-weeny apartment, one Sunday afternoon, waiting for her oldest daughter and I to finish our Christmas cantata practice. They discovered my Pillsbury Complete Book of Baking (it really is), and decided to make the rolled sugar cookies.

Being a bachelorette, I had limited resources and I'm still amazed they came up with the ingredients. Anyway, the only cookie cutter I had at the time was a trout shaped one. Isn't that crazy? But I love to fish, so it didn't seem so odd at the time. They whipped up the sugar cookies and it turned out to be the gold standard of Christmas cookies for us!

When I lived with Yosts, in the summer, occasionally we'd make a batch, because we'd be sitting around talking about them and be struck with an overwhelming desire to eat more. I found a trout cookie cutter for Karen, amazingly enough, and we've always referred to them as Fish Cookies. Everyone sort of gags when we say we'll make Fish Cookies, but when they experience them, they repent.

My decorating crew...

Of course, you can cut other shapes, if you MUST.

Angus started out as a minimalist, with a slap of green frosting. He got better as he went, though.

When he REALLY concentrates, out comes the tongue! He ended up making a snowman cookie that had, in this order: heavy frosting, sugar sprinkles, heavy frosting, red hots (about 18), little swirl of frosting. I'll bet it weighed an easy pound. Took him 10 minutes. AND...yes, I know you want to know...he ATE it. But not in one sitting. It was too much, even for him....

We try not to think about things like this too much when considering whether to eat the finished products or not. Maggie was very artistic and frustrated with the frosting in the decorating tube that didn't perform to her standards...

We had so much fun!

And, because I'm feeling magnanimous and wishing I had a gift for each of you, I'm sharing the recipe! But you must promise me that when you use it, you don't call them sugar cookies. They are Fish Cookies!

Fish Cookies

1 cup sugar

1 cup REAL butter, softened

(Don't EVER think of using margarine in Fish Cookies!)

3 T milk

1 tsp vanilla

1 egg

3 cups flour

1 1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp. salt

In large bowl, combine sugar, butter, milk, vanilla and egg; blend well. Stir in flour, baking powder and salt; mix well. Cover with plastic wrap; refrigerate 1 hour for easier handling.

Heat oven to 400 degrees.

On lightly floured surface, roll out 1/2 of dough at a time to 1/4 inch thickness. (Trust me, it's better this thick!)

Keep remaining dough refrigerated.

Cut with cookie cutters and place 1 inch apart (that's for my step-mom, who is a stickler for detail) on ungreased cookie sheets.

Bake for 5-9 minutes (or until they smell done) and the edges are barely tinted light brown. Immediately remove from cookie sheets and cool.

Makes 5-6 dozen cookies! (or, if you roll 'em thick, 4ish dozen)

Mmmmmmm!

Off Broadway

To say the least...

Maggie and her schoolmates had their Christmas program last night, at the Cohagen Community hall! The reason I say "schoolmates" is because there are only five kids in the whole school, and only one of them is her actual classmate. (He also happens to be the guys she insists she's going to marry, so THAT'S handy.)

Our teacher, Celestia (Who also happens to be Maggie and Angus' grandma by circumstance), writes the plays herself and the roles are tailored to each child. It's incredible. And each play has the Christmas story, read from the book of Luke in the Bible. Aren't we fortunate, to still be able to include that in our Christmas celebration?

This was before the big program....the Men, solving world problems discussing the weather.

The kids used different instruments with all their songs, except The Friendly Beasts, and in that song they each had a solo. We sat in the audience, mouths hanging open, at their beautiful voices. We had NO idea they could sing like that!

Maggie was a poor little flower girl named (funnily, to me) Flower. She kept trying to peddle her wares to different, pompous customers that came to the Christmas store, only to be rejected every time. Here she is, trying to sell to Ben, who will have NONE of her flowers, for any reason or price!

Can you believe that the only two girls in the school got to have a tea party as part of the play? They were so cute!

Santa! (Maggie knows that THIS Santa is an imposter. Oh, she'll take his candy and play along, but the REAL Santa had better make an appearance on Christmas Eve...)

Angus, on the other hand, BELIEVES. The tricky thing is that they've seen Santa twice this week and both times he's asked what they want for Christmas. The old boy OBVIOUSLY needs to write this stuff down, because he's hopelessly forgetful...

Audience members who shall remain unnamed here, but that hold special places in our hearts! (Another fun thing about our friendship with Glasscocks has been that their kids and ours "share" grandparents. Yours, mine, ours. That sort of thing.)

Traci and I each made huge roasters of chili, and the rest of the community filled in the gaps around it. Wonderful food, as usual, but the cookie/candy table? Swoon!

Maggie, very seriously, sat me down the night before the program and in a roundabout way indicated that I should wear a dress. Then she downright insisted, once I picked up on the clues. So I was very overdressed for the party, but she was so thrilled that we both had our fancy dresses on!

The Princess on rollerblades, in her fancy Christmas dress! If you think all of her tights have holes in the knee region, you think right. You can dress her up, but you can't make her behave like a lady all night. We're still working on that.

Ain't it funny, how time slips away...?

Any Willie Nelson fan will recognize that song!

ARE there Willie Nelson fans out there, anymore?

My Dad liked Waylon and Willie and Chris Cristofferson, and listened to them a lot when I was growing up. (On EIGHT TRACKS! That's right. I'm THAT old.)

Anyway....
It's been awhile since I posted and I'm getting some disgruntled readers. Well, they USED to read the Chronicles. I may have lost them, by this time, with my lack of post-age.

Couple things...
(I'm very fond of "Two things". I may send three different emails to someone, each containing "Two things:". Why not send "Six things:", you ask? Have you ever tried to plow through a list of six things, made longer by a verbose blondish sort? Yeah. Not fun.)

First, I really just want to wrap up the blog challenge, because it weighs heavy on me, and this is the last post for that challenge. And, oddly enough, the easiest one.

The challenge asked, "If you could only give one gift, what would you give and to whom?"

That's a snap.

For about 8 years, I've had the secret dream of someday winning the lottery and building a new library/community building in Jordan. The existing library is in an old, old, falling down, cold/hot building with very little room and no way to expand. I even have the floor plan sort of laid out. And we really need a place in Jordan to have babyshowers, knitting groups, bookclubs, 4-H meetings, and those sorts of things. Someplace nice and friendly and convenient and MODERN...like, with hot and cold running water and climate control and those sorts of crazy things.

So that would be my one gift, and it would be for the whole county. Wouldn't that be glorious?
Of course, I may need to actually BUY a lottery ticket to have any hopes of making it reality....

Second thing is that I really do appreciate everyone who stops by here and reads the Chronicles. I've "met" the coolest people, who left comments and thoughts, and continue to correspond via email with me. And my local lurkers...I love you guys! I never know who's going to walk up to me on the street (We have one, you know, in Jordan. Really.) and remark about a Chronicle post. You all come out of the blue!

I've been refraining from posting a lot of community things, as of late, because it was hinted to me that perhaps others would like more privacy. Things like bookclub. After thinking about it for awhile, I'll continue to post those things, but not with pictures. And anyone who wants a pseudonym can contact me. My friends are a huge part of my life, and I simply can't write, here, without including them in the posts.

See? That wasn't as painful as you'd anticipated, was it?

Now I can put up some Christmas posts and other nonsense that I've been storing up in my already-crowded bean!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Challenging, to say the least...

Bet you thought I'd forgotten about the blog challenge, huh?
It's still going! There's a topic this week, then next and we won't start another until the first week of January.

The NEXT blog challenge will be topics that I've been working on. They have a sort of Crazy Mary feel to them, so we'll see how that goes. Anyone interested in joining? Feeling like starting your New Year with some craziness? It would be fun to have a couple more people involved!

The challenge this week is to write about the one book that has affected me the most in my life, so far.

Excuse me?

ONE book?

Besides the Bible?
(Which is FULL of books! I love that! God's Word is made up of a BUNCH of books...He gave us a living library. How cool is that?)

I really did think about this challenge quite a lot. It reminds me of the "If you could only take one book to a deserted island, what would it be?" question.

Darned if I know.

Because a book influences my life nearly every day. And it's not always deep, meaningful influence either.

Sometimes it's finding a substitution for an ingredient in the back of a cookbook. (If you don't have one full egg, use two egg whites. Huh?)
Sometimes it's how to apply eye make up properly. (Thank you, Bobbi Brown!)
Sometimes it's learning that bees wings aren't attached to any muscles, that it's the muscles in the thorax that make them move. (My abs ache, thinking about it...)

Choosing just one influential book would be like choosing one favorite child...I don't think it can be done.

So I think I failed this challenge. But I'm still working on it. Probably, in the middle of the night, I'll sit up straight in bed and say, ".....". For now, I'm flaking out.

Cookie Day Part II

We do other things besides decorate cookies and eat!

The cousins did a lot of sledding. It was perfect; the snow was hard and slick and they just zoomed down the little hills!

We cut a big load of firewood for Grandma. Here's Cowboy PopPops and the Farmer, cutting down the first tree. The good news is that it didn't hit anyone or smash any vehicles...

...the bad news is that it got stuck in a neighboring tree and we had to get B.J. to pull it down with his pickup.

This tree isn't going to catch on anything!

Cowboy PopPops built a fire from some of the twigs and bark, and it was wonderful to be able to warm little toes while the grownups loaded wood. The kids played in the trees, made forts and all sorts of fun tromping around.

When we got home, we unloaded the wood and then...you guessed it...ate a bite.

Meghan, Cari and Tristin had gone to town, so it was a pretty quiet evening. Once we got the babies bedded down on a humongous air mattress, (it WAS huge...and held three girls, width-wise) B.J. and I slipped down to Grandma Dutton's house to watch Round 10 of the National Finals. It was such a treat! We didn't make it through the whole thing....we quit it after the saddle broncs. Guess we're getting old...

This was the first year the kids and I stayed overnight, and it was such a good thing to do.

They got up, rolled off their air mattress and into bed with Grammy!

PopPops made us all bacon, eggs and toast....oh, it was GOOD!

And we had all morning to visit, drink coffee, shower and get ready to eat.

I love Cookie Day.

I love my family!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Cookie Day 2010!

My family has a great tradition that started with the blending of two families when my Dad and Karen got married. Christmas was sort of a mess, because no one knew where to be or who to spend it with....common situation in blended families. We came up with a cookie intensive day, where everyone brings cookies to share and we all decorate sugar cookies that day. It has become our Christmas, in a way, and we look forward to it ALL year. And not just because we adore sampling 20 different kinds of cookies and candy. There's no restrictions on the consumption on Cookie Day. None. Even for the kids.

But the very best part is getting siblings and grandparents and grandkids together for a day that doesn't revolve around presents...just around enjoying each other. This year, Karen's kids were all home for their Grandpa's funeral, sadly. But we were thrilled they were able to come to Cookie Day. Barry's family didn't make it this year, but the rest of us did and it was a sweet time. Here are some of the pictures!

Cousins! Grammy Karen made all of us aprons for Cookie Day and here are the cousins wearing theirs. Clockwise from the top: Tristin, Kamryn, Livvie, Angus and Maggie. We were missing 6 cousins...missed them a LOT, in fact! Angus is the only boy...for a while. We're looking forward to another boy cousin in 2011!

Cari Mae, modeling her apron!

Jen, stirring caramels, in her apron. The caramels were...beyond incredible. I'm drooling all over the keyboard thinking about them. Still.

This is a picture of SOME of the snacks. I do not exaggerate when I tell you that every flat surface in the kitchen is covered with food. What you don't see here is a big roaster of Meghan's shortribs and a roaster of Cari's meatballs with chipotle raspberry sauce. And other dips and chips lurking on the counters and in the fridge. We didn't even get to some of it, despite a mighty effort to eat for 16 straight hours.

I love my family...

Cari and me...the kitchen is so small that we're constantly running into each other, so we just stop and get a hug once in a while. That's good stuff!

B.J., filling his coffee cup AGAIN. I think the boy had about 2 pots worth. He was freezing, the whole two days we were there, and ended up cleaning the chimney on Sunday morning so we could have a REAL fire. This was B.J.'s first Cookie Day, and we were really missing his little family. Maybe someday...

Grandma Dutton, enjoying all the family around.

Grandpa Bud and Cari....Bonnie (Bud's wife) didn't make it because she was sick. I miss her laugh and crazy socks!

See the popcorn cake? That's pretty much what the kids had for lunch. Angus is getting his cowboy apron, here. The kids wore their aprons all day! They love them.

Goofing around in the kitchen...we have so much fun! *Disclaimer: only about 1 1/2 glasses of wine had been consumed at this point. We're NATURALLY this way.