Friday, December 29, 2006

bonne année à tous

Ce soir mon cousin Frédéric m'a téléphoné pour nous souhaiter bonne année. C'est mon petit cousin (alors, pas vraiment petit parce ce qu'il est plus grand que moi - mais c'est moi qui est plus âgé. Alors...France télécom offre un "deal" où on téléphone à n'importe où par l'internet et c'est compris-- donc, il me téléphone de temps en temps. (Ok - assez. Je continue en anglais.) Non sequitor to-die-for, no-brainer Cookie Crescent recipe NOTE: This will not do much for your waistline or your complexion, but it is worth it. makes about 4-5 doz, baked at 300 degrees 15-20 min. In food processor, mix: 3/4 c. butter (aarrgh -yum)= 1.5 sticks of the stuff 1/2 c. confectioner's sugar 1/2 c. cornstarch 1 c. flour (I used whole wheat flour to get fiber and make myself feel less guilty - and they are just as good!! In fact, better!) Take 1/2 tsp of dough, roll into log and shape into crescent. Flatten. Bake as above. I got about 5 doz out of this batch. I make 'em small because they are so addicitve I will eat 6 of them - no matter what size they are. Aarrgh. No fail. You can roll them in confect. sugar while warm, but I don't like 'em that sweet. I was seriously considering making this batch with salted pistachios either added in or crushed so I could roll the cookies in 'em. But lazy. So, instead, I am sitting here eating the cookies with a side of salted pistachios. So delicious. So decadent. Trust me, these are so easy your 6-7 year old kids or grandkids can make them.

If there are any left, I am taking them into NY to give to our friend Arthur, who loves any cookies. His favorites are my lemon squares but I didn't have time to make them today. This morning, I paid bills (my mother's and my own)and then this afternoon, went to the Short Hills Mall to buy a weekend house gift for Rosalie & Arthur, since we are staying at their East Side Manhattan pied à terre from Sat. to Monday. milan I'm bringing the NY Times listings with me so we can decide what we want to do tomorrow and Sunday during the day. Museums? Chelsea galleries? Ah - la vie de luxe! Dinner at a neighborhood French restaurant New Year's Eve and then we come home to a party down the street from us. I love this time of year! Last year on New Year's Eve (or maybe before dinner) we went to see Woody Allen's new movie -whatever it was - and I thought it was a delight!! Uh - SCOOP. Rent it if you haven't seen it!

So, where was I? After I bought the weekend house gift, I hightailed it over to Saks Fifth Ave. to treat myself to my 2007 makeover. After all, I have this wonderful haircut and color - and this crappy old makeup. What is THAT? Spent a king's ransom on my face but - oh, well - am I not I worth it? How you feel about yourself makes all the difference, even if it has no basis in reality.

Unfortunately, I have to wash my face tonight. Will take my camera to the City and try to take pictures to post when I get home. Aarrgh. My husband has the day off on Tuesday: the stock market is closed in memory of Gerald Ford. Nevertheless, I have to work after I get home from my root canal appointment.

Happy New Year to all - and to all, a good night. (I think wrong poem - but you get the idea

5 comments:

Shelina said...

Rayna, those cookies look really good, and sounds you have some fabulous plans for bringing in the New Year.

Françoise said...

Hé, je ne savais pas que vous parliez Français!
Thanks for the recipe. I'll save it for later. I got enough sweet food in Heidelberg...

Judy said...

Root Canal???? Oy vey (is that how you spell it???).
What a way to ring in the new year!
Seriously, have a wonderful time in NYC! A great place to celebrate.
xo

Debra said...

Hey, Rayna, you're multi-lingual?? Cool.

Those cookies sound wonderful.. and rolling them in ground pistachios would make them divine. Today I'm making russian tea cakes for our hopen house on Monday.

Raynwomaan said...

I found you via Deb Roby, and did a double take when I saw your name on her blog. It's a wonderful name, Rayna. I've loved it my whole life, and considered myself lucky that I did, when so many other people I know do not like their names.

So, Rayna, nice to "meet" you.