Ah, December, a month when it seems that everyone and their mother, their grandmother and their estranged, ferret-obsessed great aunt is trying to push their festive desserts on you.
I won’t lie. I’m guilty of coming into the office with a platter of cookies or small cakes to foist on my co-workers. Partially because they’re wonderful people and partially because I don’t need to have a small army of pastries hanging out in my kitchen. My younger siblings always loved it when I went through my baking binges. My brother in particular spends December eating his weight in my snickerdoodles.