Friday, July 3, 2020

Weekend Baking - Amish Sugar Cookies #ChristmasinJuly


Happy Christmas in July! Hope you have some kind of fun planned this holiday weekend, despite the continuing pandemic.

Since this has been going on, I have been doing a lot of baking. One recipe I'm particularly fond of is this Amish Sugar Cookie recipe. It's easy and they can be made plain, or with frosting. I have not tried frosting them yet. They are SO good just plain. Really though...what says Christmas more than sugar cookies. I hope you like them!

Amish Sugar Cookies

Ingredients
  • 4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon cream of tartar
  • 1 cup butter softened
  • 1 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 cup confectioners sugar
  • 2 large eggs room temperature
  • 1 teaspoon McCormick vanilla extract
Instructions
  1. Pre-heat oven to 375°F and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
  2. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and cream of tartar. Set aside.
  3. In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together the butter, oil, and sugars on medium-high speed until light and fluffy, scraping the sides as necessary.
  4. Reduce speed to medium and add the eggs, one at a time, mixing just until combined. Add the vanilla and mix until combined.
  5. Reduce speed to low and add the flour in three additions, scraping down the sides as necessary.
  6. Drop dough of two tablespoons each onto the baking sheet, spacing two inches apart.
  7. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes, just until the edges begin to darken. Let cool on baking sheet.
Recipe from and image (above) from I Am Homesteader. Visit her site for further tips and tricks on the recipe. 

Here's what they looked like when I made them. I love their rustic charm.


Have a happy and safe 4th of July (to my U.S. readers)! 

Always in spirit...



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Thursday, June 25, 2020

It's #NationalLeonDay and #ChristmasinJuly news


Today, National Leon Day, marks June 25th as six months away from Christmas day (Leon is Noel spelled backward). I thought I would take this opportunity to talk about the upcoming Christmas in July.

So, happy six months until Christmas! I'm excited because this Christmas I will be back in my home state (more on that below). 


Christmas in July this year is going to be a bit different, as you can see in the image above. One post per week. I will probably post on Fridays and since there are five Fridays in July, that's five posts!

The reason I'm not doing a full blown Christmas in July this year...I'm moving house in August, from Tennessee to Michigan, my home state, just 30 minutes from my home town. My mom retires on July 31st so we will need to finish packing up and be moved by the second week in August. We have to move my son into his dorms the week before classes start on August 17th. So, I'm going to be (and have been) busy, busy, busy. I'll barely have time to think! lol

I'm also not going to be hosting a Christmas in July readathon, which I usually do in partnership with my readathon blog, Seasons of Reading. Don't worry. It will be back next year...bigger and better!

The five posts of this Christmas in July I'll share recipes, crafts, literature, maybe some Christmas Around the World. The most important yearly post during this event is, of course, Christmas book releases for the upcoming Christmas season. 


While I'm packing up all my books, I'll be watching Christmas movies at the Hallmark Channel (July 10 - July 26) and Hallmark Movies and Mysteries (June 29 - July 12). Yay! 


So that's it! Thank you for bearing with me next month...and enjoy LEON Day, however you choose to celebrate.

Always in spirit...

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

2019 Christmas Spirit Reading Challenge Wrap-Up


Yesterday was the last day of the challenge. How did you do? If you have any reviews left to add, the linky will remain in the sidebar menu.

I did not sign up officially and only managed three books (one being an audio book).

Here's what I read:

The Tin Cookie Cutter, Barbara Briggs Ward (Review)
Boo Humbug, Rene Gutteridge (audio)
The Greatest Christmas Stories of All Time, Various Authors (I shared a couple of stories here on the blog)

If you completed a wrap-up post, feel free to link it below. It's the same linky as the sign-up so just add "wrap-up" when you enter your name, like so "Michelle@truebookaddict-Wrap-up" (you don't have to put a blog name, you can just put your name).

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Thank you for joining me for another year! See you next year!

Always in spirit...

The season is over. Now what? Ideas for keeping the spirit going


No one who truly loves Christmas can honestly say they are glad the season is over. For many of us, it can actually be a depressing time. A goal I have, and the actual theme of this blog, is to keep the spirit going all year long. So, how do we do it?

Gift giving can continue...

How about giving "just because" gifts throughout the year? Surprise your football player with a new football. Give your parents a weekend at a fabulous B&B. Give your significant other something special beyond a gift, whatever that means for you (do a chore they hate to do, or come up with something else *wink*) Extend the gift giving beyond just your loved ones. Make up small care packages in zip-lock bags with personal care items, etc. from the Dollar Store/Dollar Tree (also slip in a $5 bill) and keep them in your car. When you see a homeless person on a corner, give it to them. Random acts of kindness like this can really help to keep the spirit of giving alive...all year round.

A card out of nowhere...

Each time you're at the store, pick out a lovely card...and send it to someone out of the blue. You would be surprised how much a written note can mean. Another idea. Send out Christmas cards during Christmas in July. Yeah, some may think you kooky, but those who truly love Christmas will really appreciate it.

Give your time...

Many make it a point to volunteer during the holidays, but how about year round (which I'm sure many of you already do). If you don't have the time, donate money to a charity close to your heart. Monthly, if you can afford it. Even a small amount donated is a help to many charities.

Love above all else...

Love yourself. Love your loved ones. Love others. Even when it seems impossible, just try. Love is at the root of hope, and hope is what Christmas is about, whether you are a religious person or not. Our world would be such a better place if people just knew how to really love, without conditions.


Thank you for joining me for another Sharing the Joy event!

I wish you a happy new year as we embark on this new decade. I will try to post in the coming months, but if I don't get the chance, rest assured. Christmas in July will be back for another month of Yuletide joy.

Always in spirit...

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Oscar Wilde's The Selfish Giant #ChristmasLit


I only managed to read two Christmas books this season. The Greatest Christmas Stories of All Time: Timeless Classics That Celebrate the Season is a collection of classic short Christmas stories and novels. I shared a favorite last week...Willa Cather's The Burglar's Christmas. I enjoyed most of the stories in the collection and this one was another stand out for me. The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde. I had no idea he had written a Christmas story, and though it did have a slightly religious theme, I still thought it was a wonderful story, especially for children. I'm sharing below. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.



Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. 'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.

'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.

'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.

TRESPASSERS
WILL BE
PROSECUTED

He was a very selfish Giant.

The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside.

'How happy we were there,' they said to each other.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.' The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.

'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.'

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

'But where is your little companion?' he said: 'the boy I put into the tree.' The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

'We don't know,' answered the children; 'he has gone away.'

'You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,' said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. 'How I would like to see him!' he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. 'I have many beautiful flowers,' he said; 'but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.'

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.'

'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of Love.'

'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.'

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

The End.


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