- The concept is old-fashioned, but seeing a resurgence in popularity, not unlike homesteading, quilting, knitting, canning, urban-chicken-raising, and beekeeping.
- It’s a mid-western thing, like calling a potluck a pitch-in. Which I may never be able to do.
- Someone saw the party theme as a way to effectively guarantee that no spouses would want to participate.
- In that same realm of Parties Where No Spouses Want To Participate, the Twilight Marathon Holiday Party ran out of juice in 2008.
- One year, a clever (yet baking-phobic) woman figured out a way to have all her friends bake her Christmas cookies for her by hosting the first “exchange.” It’s like a cookie pyramid scheme — which means that somewhere, one woman is receiving approximately 2 million cookies each Christmas. I tend to think this woman lives in Muncie, Indiana.
- Since this is only our second Christmas in Indiana, I’ve not yet made it onto any “Who Not To Invite” lists.
- It’s the Christmas spirit. It will not be squelched, no matter what Black Friday does to us all.
- Since I blog about food, people mistakenly think this will guarantee that I bring good cookies. They don’t yet know that I oftentimes suffer from severe performance anxiety.
- What else can you do, but run your oven 24/7 under the guise of baking twenty dozen cookies, when it’s EIGHT DEGREES OUTSIDE.
- At the end of the day, we are all just puppets of The Pioneer Woman, and darnit, she says it’s time to bake cookies.
* DISCLAIMER: I like cookies. I also like cookie exchanges, and the people who invite me to them. I’ll be posting recipes of the cookies I’m making this week for the two exchanges I plan to attend — but you can’t make them if we’re going to the same exchange.