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Last minute DIY gifts courtesy of the cookbook collection!

USED 12-22-15 Homemade Gift Picture - On Campus Cookbook

Image from On campus cookbook.

USED 12-22-15 Drink Recipes, Herb Butter(s), Homemade Mayonnaise-Out of Our League

From Out of our league.

USED 12-22-15 Dog Biscuits - Bone Appetit

Dog Biscuits from A book of favorite recipes.

USED 12-22-15 Best Ever Hot Chocolate Mix - Welkom

Best Ever Hot Chocolate Mix from Welkom : Terra Ceia cookbook III, a collection of recipes.

USED 12-22-15 Homemade Marshmallows - Koerner's Folly Cookbook

Homemade Marshmallows from Körner’s Folly cookbook.

USED 12-22-15 Peanut Brittle - Peanuts on Parade

Peanut Brittle from Peanuts on parade : prize-winning recipes.

Christmases enlivened by explosions, real and simulated

Thanks to Linton Weeks at NPR for these two North Carolina examples of the mostly forgotten tradition of Christmas pranks:

— “Early on Dec. 25, 1953, the town of Stony Point, N.C., was rocked by an explosion near the railroad tracks that woke local folks and shattered store windows. According to the Statesville, N.C., Daily Record three days later, ‘It is believed that for a Christmas prank, someone set off a charge of some explosive, probably dynamite, failing to realize the damage which could result.’ ”

— “In her 2013 book The Legacy of Bear Mountain: Stories of Old Mountain Values That Enrich Our Lives Today, Janie Mae Jones McKinley tells of a Christmas prank her grandfather — a railroad man — pulled on his two brothers-in-law in rural North Carolina [near Zirconia in Henderson County] during the Great Depression. It was customary for neighbors in the valley to shoot shotguns in the air on Christmas Day. People would take turns and the one who had the most ammunition was the winner — and by extension, the most prosperous. McKinley’s grandfather figured out a way — using a wooden board and a sledgehammer — to make a noise that sounded exactly like a shotgun blast. So he could outlast everyone. ‘After it b’come clear I’d won,’ McKinley’s grandfather would explain while laughing, ‘I kept smackin’ the board with the hammer ever few minutes for awhile — to show ’em I still had plenty of shells!’ ”