I love Christmas Eve. When I was a child, we stayed up till midnight on Christmas Eve to open our presents. To me, Christmas Eve was always the special day. I think I still enjoy the anticipation and buzz of preparations better than the day itself. Although, now that I have Jake, that may change, as I watch his little face when he gets to open his presents tomorrow.
Anyway, I spent the whole morning baking pepparkakor (traditional Swedish xmas cookies). The recipe I found did not state how many cookies it would make. I was bloody surprised when I realised I could turn out at least 75 of them, and still had a bit of dough left over for Jake to play with.
The dough had to be rolled really thin, so lifting the star shaped cookies off the counter to place on the baking tray was like helping exhausted star fish get up from the scene of an accident. I'm happy to report that most of them made it. I only burned one batch.