I opened the refrigerator yesterday and my eyes glazed over. It was stuffed with cookies. Dozens of cookies for a funeral lunch. Cookies for the after-New-Year New Year's party. A tin of cookies for my husband's friend in California. And of course, plates of cookies for us. If there was any real food in there, it was cleverly disguised.
I didn't want to open the freezer, because I knew I would see all the containers of cookies for the wedding we couldn't attend due to a winter storm that made the roads impassable.
If I hadn't labeled all the containers, I would have melted into a a little puddle of icing and cried. Really.
Sadly, I don't even remember baking all those cookies. I vaguely remember trying to find space in the cupboards to hide all my baking supplies. Until I noticed the box of lemon cake mix sitting on the counter, and decided to make some lemon cream cheese gooey cookies.
Perhaps I could blame the daily migraines. Baking is a wonderful diversion. My migraines have mostly been milder this winter, so I can't entirely use them as an excuse to put on my apron and open my cookbooks.
Nope, I think I'm addicted to the physical sensations of putting ingredients together, to the aroma of something amazing baking in the oven. So if anyone knows a good psychologist who likes cookies.....
I love baking! I just don't need to eat it all.
ReplyDeleteI allow myself to eat a piece of whatever I make when it comes out of the oven. Usually that's all I need. But sometimes.... sigh.
DeleteI cannot relate. I don't cook or bake. I'm happy to do the dishes, though.
ReplyDeleteMy father was part owner of a bakery. He was the cookie guy. He never baked at home. I'm sure you can understand why.
I don't cook real food. At least, I don't admit to cooking real food. I married a wonderful man who cooks. And I often default to vegetarian. Vegetables don't care if they're cooked. Maybe your father didn't want to bring work home with him. I get that.
DeleteI'm entering this comment for Lyndi Waters: Baking cookies, to give people to cheer them, is a wonderful way to spend your time. And that everybody loves a cookie baker. Oh, and that elephants will bow down when you pass.
ReplyDeleteKeep baking cookies... If it makes you happy. My mother-in-law is 92 and legally blind. She has macular degeneration, but still loves baking cookies and every Christmas she starts in October and bakes 1000s of cookies for gifts for Christmas. She freezes them and then when Christmas roles around she thaws them, puts them in decorative tins, and disperses them to friends and family. It gives her great joy, both the baking and the giving..and the eating of course! Every opening I have at my gallery she bakes at least 2 kinds of cookies and the crowd loves them and always asked about the cookies. The last opening she made 4 kinds and I told my husband Kevin, there is no way all of these cookies will get eaten..and sure enough....they DID! So here's to baking, cookies, and cookie therapy.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother had macular degeneration and was legally blind, but that didn't stop her from crocheting. I still have the afghans she crocheted. And I still have her crochet hooks - and I still use them! Your mother-in-law must have the baking bug, just like me. That's amazing that she can make so many cookies, and still have room for real food in her freezer!
DeleteThis blog is the first Letter to the Editor in this week's (January 9,2019) Buffalo Bulletin:
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