Every year, my mom likes to host a cookie exchange with her four closest girlfriends. They call themselves the golden girls, how cute, right?! The five of them each bake a dozen cookies (they're Italian, so to them a dozen means a hundred), and get together to swap the goods and catch up before the whirlwind of the holidays hits. And every year, when Christmas is hosted at my mom's, I have to resist my deepest inner desire to sneak a cookie here and there between meals, since she (so ...