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Not long ago I met a few friends for breakfast to catch up and it turned into an all day affair. We started with pancakes, spent a big part of the day in a coffeeshop and ended with wings and beers. It was a damn delight. At one point somewhere in the middle of it all, I was waning a bit – it happens – and needed a boost. It was fortuitous that I was sitting in a coffeeshop. I’m not generally a coffee drinker so I ordered a chai, made with oat milk because yes, I am on that bandwagon. Throwing caution to the wind I had the barista throw in a shot of espresso to perk me up. Yes, I ordered what is known as an oat milk Dirty Chai. Never before has a more trendy hipster drink been ordered. Never before have I ordered such a trendy hipster drink. But hear me out: it was absolutely delicious. Yeah, I had a few. It was a long day.

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For Day 2 we’re getting a little fancy. Pinwheels will always make people ooh and aah; these are the pretty cookies you put on top of the box to show off. For this one, I took half of the dough and added some baking spices – cinnamon, cloves, allspice and a touch of salt – and made a pretty light brown spiral. Pinwheels are not all that difficult but they do require some attention to detail. For the best results, you need to dig out that ruler from the junk drawer. If you want to be really precise, use your scale too. This is a tough one to eyeball.

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Yes, it is indeed Day 3 of the 12 Days of Cookies if you’ve been playing along and today it’s all about Dutch Windmills. There’s even a special occasion for this one – St. Nicholas Day on December 6 (or 5th or 19th depending on the country. No one seems to agree.) In our house it was December 6th and my sister and I, lacking a proper fireplace/hearth set up, would put our shoes out underneath the advent calendar. In the morning, because we were such wonderful and perfect children, a little gift would be in the shoes. I don’t remember what it was but in my young brain, it was just another opportunity to get some stuff. An early visit from someone else’s Santa was fine by me. I’d leave my shoes out every day if I could wake up with candy in them. The historical/religious/spiritual connotations went right over my head.

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