feliz navidad
Christmas traditions should never turn into Christmas chores. Case in point: cookie baking. For some reason I felt compelled to bake up a storm yesterday even though I hadn't given myself an hour's break after a grueling semester at work. Not because I wanted to, but because it is a tradition and I felt that Christmas would somehow be lacking if I didn't. Also, we have eaten so many sweets and rich foods at our 6+ Christmas parties that I don't think our waistlines can handle cookies, but given all that I still set out to bake yeasterday. Trying to be cheery while we baked was difficult even though Christmas music played softly in the background and I was getting quite annoyed with Rebekahs's haphazard measuring and gross misuse of brown suger. After a stern lecture about keeping an orderly baking area I noticed a rather largish spoon being used to measure out baking soda and salt into our Toll House cookie dough. Rebekah had misread the "tsp" and put in instead "T" of both salt and soda. I lost my mind as we had just used up the last of our flour now requiring us to drive to the store. I was mildly aware of a steady stream of lecturing pouring forth from my mouth the theme of which was "Are you not now 13? Can you not accomplish such small tasks at your age?" whilst scraping the "dough" into the garbage bag held by the defendant. While I ranted, "Feliz Navidad" began to play and this struck us both as very funny and ironic. It truly broke the tension and I realized that this cookie baking is not about pumping out delicious baked goods, but about enjoying time with my girls...even the time in the car on the way to buy more flour for a ruined recipe. The cookies are less for eating and more a reason to be together.
Amen to that!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, one of the things I miss the most about not having you all nearby is all of us baking Christmas goodies together. It was always such fun. Truly miss that.
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