smitten kitchen

Menu for Hope is an annual fundraiser put together by food bloggers around the globe to raise money for a world cause–this year, the U.N. World Food Programme, and will run from December 10 through the 24th. Food bloggers entice you to give through–what else?–food-related gifts. For each $10 you donate, you may choose to enter your name into a raffle for a specific prize. The full list of donated raffle prizes is here.

But really, all you want to know is: What is the Smitten Kitchen donating? And that would be two Cookie Care Packages.

Alex and I want to reward two donators with a box of homemade cookies from a recipe previously featured on smittenkitchen.com, shipped to your doorstep.

Options include Big Fat Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies, Molasses Spice Cookies, Homemade Oreos, Russian Tea Cakes, Poilâne Bakery in Paris’s Punition/Sable Cookies, the world-famous World Peace Cookies or Rugelach Pinwheels, just to get your appetite whetted. Should these not be your speed, additional cookie recipes will be coming in next week, so keep your eyes peeled for more buttery-sugary decadence.

The only caveat is that we can only ship these within the U.S. Cookies will not make it internationally without getting stale or broken, and would cost a prohibitive fortune. However, there are a fantastic number of prizes from the EU, all detailed on Foodbeam.

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I know what you’ve been thinking: this site’s great and all, but man, could it use some work. Why can I preview a comment before I post it? Why can’t I print this recipe? Why can’t I email this to my Aunt in Cincinnati who’s all “blob? What’s a blob?”

No, you weren’t thinking that? Well, I did, every day. But due to a combination of my FOP (Fear of Plugins) and my choice of WordPress as a platform, I had significant limitations. By the way, my FOP was very rightly founded, I’ll have you know. Friday night, when I was all, “Alex, you’re smart and techy. I’m, well, occasionally smart and fairly techy. Why can’t we just figure this damned thing out?” Even now, I want to go back in time and stop this conversation right there because five minutes later, I was hugging a pillow, rocking inconsolably in the corner, while Alex was sheet-white and sweating because we had somehow, with our combined embarrassingly vast knowledge of technology, managed to delete my entire goddamned site. Poof! What, you were looking for a recipe? Why not check out this “Index of/” instead?

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