I can't do that this year. Well, I can, but I guarantee that Christmas would arrive long, long before the end of the list. This is one of those times when I really do need to scale back expectations and not drive myself insane.
So. We need pepparkakor, because: Christmas. Pepparkakor. This is what we do. (Pepparkakor are Swedish gingerbread.) We need pumpkin bread because timprov can enjoy it, ribbon fudge because Mike loves it, fudge meringues (both pistachio and raspberry, but they can be made at roughly the same time) because they've become my signature cookie for Christmas. That's not quite one thing a week from now until Christmas, so if I get crazy, I can make truffles or apricot shortbread (now that I know how much the recipe was lying) or apple bread with hazelnuts or some new crazy made-up cookie. No caramels this year -- I don't have the energy to cut and wrap caramels. No Guinness bread: I can make that at some random point, and we'll already have a kind of gingerbread around. No sandbakelser, no rosettes, no krumkake: Scandinaivan baking is great fun but takes too much time fiddling with the related toys. Mom and Grandma will make things, spritz and thumbprints and who knows what. There will be food enough. No one will starve at Christmas. Still, it's another sign of not being able to do what I usually can, and it frustrates me.
(Oh, and I'll dip apricots because that takes almost no time and can serve vegans and wheat/gluten-allergic folks, though as we are not having a Christmas party, I don't know that this will be a major issue. Still, it's good to be prepared.)