Two things I have said that I retract… as of today…
ONE, I don’t make cookies and TWO, guess you have to be a chef or a baker and I am no baker anymore. It is amazing what more time can do for a mom’s self esteem! With HAVING to make our bread every week I couldn’t help but retain that skill, but with Garnet diagnosed with hypoglycemia I let my baking skills mostly slide. Especially where cookies where concerned as I always found them such a struggle, so time consuming and so often a failure of mine.
With Garnet’s shoulders both damaged due to two different accidents of late I have been home bound while I let him use our only vehicle more often. Before his shoulder issues he was commuting by bike YEAR ROUND. This means I am feeling more domestic as I have no choice but to put off all the run around stuff I have been expected to do since moving to the city, and I am lov’n it!
With more time on my hands I decided we needed cookies. My little man, who is three now, and I have the mornings alone together and we needed the together project as well as the treats that result from cookie making. It all became necessary after yesterdays trips to two grocery stores. He loves grocery trips, even asking when we don’t need to if I will take him anyway. He loves grocery trips because I figured out what other mom’s apparently knew for years… the baker will let you child have a free cookie! So he got a gigantic ginger snap from Superstore and a fat chocolate chip from Safeway. I got a happy little man and a kick out of his deep deep pleasure in cookie eating. I recalled how much I adored them as a child, pretty much all of us did right?! I remembered how AMAZING my mothers home made chocolate chip cookies where… we needed home made cookies around here again! And that! That would be up to ME!!
Once home I also remembered how badly every single batch of my mom’s famous cookies turned out when I made them… doubt set in… uncertainty… apprehension… but my craving and my boys chocolate smeared smile pushed me through the haze of horrible memory flash backs and I GOT OUT MY BOWL TODAY! Yes the cookie batter mixing bowl, and the spatula, and the ingredients! I then called my mom for help and let her walk me through my rough spots over the phone
When I poured in the chocolate chips my boy cheered ‘You put in chocolate! You are so good mommy’! When I let him mix he exclaimed, ‘We do dis together Mama, US make cookies. Iz you and me’! And my heart glowed.
My tummy glowed too, as I munched down my first… well two first cookies. My three year old got SOOOO quiet when I set two cookies and a glass of milk before him. Ironically that spoke deeper then all his adorable praises as we prepared the cookies.
Today was a big day… today we made cookies!
P.S. Oops… burnt tongue…I never ever seem to remember to not put the stray chocolate chips straight into my mouth after removing hot cookies from the pan. HOT CHOCOLATE!
TTFN
