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“Cookies so good I could cry!”

It’s always nice to receive unsolicited positive feedback from customers. And thankfully, we have a loyal and steadily growing fan base who truly appreciates the love and time we put into our products. While every note of encouragement, thanks and praise, is not only appreciated, but helps to fuel our passion, occasionally we receive a note that move us to tears.

Chestnut Cookies (special order only)

[My wife’s] father called her AGAIN about the cookies. He was almost in tears. I’ll tell you why…

As I’d mentioned to you, [my wife’s] mom used to make the same type of cookie for Xmas using walnuts. They were VERY similar in taste and texture — so light they melted in your mouth. I’d await my holiday deliveries from her every year, and she’d always make an extra batch for me. I’d never before or since found that type of cookie made as well until I tasted yours. They’re so identical it’s uncanny. Anyway, her father said the same thing to [my wife]. He said it feels as if he has her mother’s Xmas cookies again. He’d been trying out different bakeries, but nothing cut it. You did a mitzvah!!”

And that, friends, sums up what we hope you all feel when you take a bite of our treats. We aspire to remind you of happy, possibly simpler, times when a bowl of cookie dough could create fun, laughter and the most wonderful memories.

Holiday hugs from my heart to yours…

For weeks I’ve been mentally and verbally penning a holiday message to send out to all my family, friends and fans. But just now a dear friend posted a picture of her beloved (human) partner on my Facebook page. There he is, Mr. “Banshee Mandolin,” this insanely talented musician and author, grinning puckishly as he snacks on his 18 year old rescue pug, Louis Migitsu Cannonball Dupree’s Alecia Bakery NYC “Canine Cookie Jar” Pumpkin Biscotti! Suddenly, I knew exactly what to say.

It is a simple message full of genuine thanks, honest appreciation and true love from every corner of my heart.

Conventional or unconventional. Raucous or serene. People wall-to-wall or with one adoring friend or furkid. It does not matter how or what you celebrate. What is most important is that you are loved and appreciated by someone today and every day of the year — even if that someone is a crazy little baker in NYC and her adorable tripod pug.

It is with a full heart that I thank each and every one of you for your support and friendship this year. I am a better person for it and continue to grow because of it.

Now go hug someone and share a cookie!

With holiday hugs,

Lin & Lenny the Pug

The Wisdom of Lenny

I have a confession. I am not a good blogger. While I was once a prolific memoir writer, my words seem to get stuck in my head these days. Or rather, they play out in my head and then once they’ve been heard (by me, of course, as I do not, I repeat I DO NOT! hear voices in my head…yeah) I lose any desire to repeat them in any way shape or form. The inspired moment seems to have passed and I am on to the next.

So that, my friends, is my lame excuse for having failed in my personal goal to write a blog entry once a week. Okay, it also threw a wrench into things when more folks discovered our delicious goodies and we signed more wholesale accounts thus preventing me from sitting quietly with my thoughts at the computer as often as I’d planned. Either way, I have fallen short of my hopes to purge my usually random, silly and sometimes strange thoughts, into the blogosphere.

Therefore, please allow me to summarize the past three holiday-laden months. The Thanksgivings and Christmases of my youth are long gone. My family has expanded and moved and I no longer join those who remain in the Midwest for the holidays. I haven’t decorated my home or bought a tree in a couple years despite having a collection of multicolor twinkle lights and ornaments larger than a single gal in the city should own. And the celebrations tend to be simply a plate of food shared between Lenny and I while we watch sappy rom-com movies or “Bones” re-runs. New Year’s Eve leaves me feeling a lot like the tourist dreamily peering through the twinkle-lit windows of Tavern on the Green during its heyday. And I always manage to channel Charlie Brown with his empty mailbox on Valentine’s Day. All wanting to be included in the party, but our invitation seems to have been lost in the mail.

It can all become quite sad and overwhelming. That is when I look to the wisdom of my little three-legged black pug. He neither knows nor cares what day it is. He pays no mind to the commercials filled with beribboned luxury cars or that “Every kiss begins with Kay!” He dislikes raucous, noisy crowds. He doesn’t care for flowers. And chocolate is toxic to him. His only desire is to spend time with me — preferably on my lap or nestled next to me in bed. With every big-eyed look he gives me and contented sigh he makes, I am reminded that it is the simple things in life that are most important. He doesn’t need hoopla or presents or fancy dinners. He just needs to know that he is loved. And that, I can easily deliver…not just on the holidays, but every day.

So, I listen to the little pug and don’t worry that our holidays at home don’t live up to anyone’s expectations except his. Because, quite honestly, he is wiser than me.

One down…four more to go!


Back to the basics this holiday…with love!

Two weeks have passed since my last blog entry. Not from lack of material, but rather I have been struggling to focus my ideas. One thought gives way to a host of other avenues and an hour later I am in a place with no real explanation as to how I arrived there. The holidays have me in a serious tizzy. Even now I have a million things I could and want to write, but they are all getting tangled in the proverbial tinsel.

I read an article called “The Gimme Guide” by Penelope Green this morning in The New York Times. It caused me to reflect on my past years of gift giving (and receiving) and realize how I have come full circle.

I was taught from a very early age that it is “the thought that counts” when giving any manner of gift. Simply sneaking out of the house before my parents would wake just to leave letters for them to find later in the day in our mailbox thrilled me! But as I grew older, the focus somehow became increasingly about the gift itself and how impressive it would be to not only the recipient but to the recipient’s friends, family, etc. I felt the pressure to prove myself, to impress and win favor, with the gifts I gave. Suddenly the holidays became much more stressful than I ever remembered them being in the past. Shopping became a chore. Even wrapping the gifts became a project.

When I went off to college, I found myself collecting soda cans in lecture halls for the bottle deposit money to pay for things. Gone were the days of living at home where everything was provided gratis. Gift giving became a “bare bones” challenge. And I found myself falling back on what my parents taught me — its the thought that counts. Having barely enough money to pay the rent one year, let alone purchase gifts at Christmastime, I looked around the apartment for inspiration. Having found my “escape” in baking when I was very young, I always had the basics in my pantry for those stressful moments that called out for creaming, beating and blending. That year I made a few batches of fudge which I divided between the people on my holiday gift list. Much to my relief, no one seemed to miss the store bought gifts with fancy names as they raved about their tiny handmade treats. The following year (and not a nickel wealthier), I added a couple more varieties of fudge and also tried my hand at an assortment of old fashioned stained glass candy.

The years following my college graduation brought me more financial security and, once again, that feeling of “needing” store bought gifts worth “x” amount of dollars to fully express myself. However, I continued my college tradition of creating sweet treats for the recipients on my gift list, too. What began as five simple pounds of fudge divided into dozens of packages in college evolved into thousands of cookies, bars, crumbles, brownies and whoopie pies, that were lovingly packed into boxes, tins and shopping bags, for delivery to friends and family here and across the nation.

I didn’t see it then, but it makes me smile today to reflect on the years and realize that the recipients that really knew me appreciated my handmade sweets much more than any department store package because they knew that was a gift that truly came from the heart.

So, not that I want to spoil the surprise, but there will be no department store gifts this year. Everyone on my list will be receiving a little something sweet from the kitchen…wrapped in a whole lot of love.