Last night, I was knee deep in dough. I mean it. There was so much dough in my kitchen, I couldn’t see the countertops. I had two full days off this week, and while the children were at school, I made the most of it. I executed my Christmas shopping at lightspeed; I cleaned up and organized the gifts; and I made batches of cookies. I took a picture of my first attempt at Amaretti cookies. My husband, a cookie-junkie, did not care for them, which is odd. I happened to find them delicious. I used an old Italian cookbook recipe that I’ve had for years, and I’ve always wanted…