Monday, December 17, 2007


Do I or don't I make the cookies?

I love cookie recipes; collecting them, comparing them, carefully selecting my first round and second round (and maybe even third round) draft picks, figuring out my game plan, and sometimes actually making them. Making them is a heluva lot of work, but if you forge on through the hassle and the stress, you have cookies! Yay, cookies!

This year I have the golden opportunity to re-imagineer my holiday traditions. I get to decide, with pretty much no external pressure, yea or nay. And there lies the dilemma.

Although I'm guessing that Mr. B, Young Son, and Lovely Daughter would be willing to eat the products of my endeavors, none of them will be at my house full-time over the next couple of weeks. That does not bode well for my already-stressed fat pants. I'm short on time; shorter still on mental energy. And there are still lots boxes to unpack. There seem to be ample reasons to not.

Fat pants be damned! Do I want to spend Christmas Eve with Chips Ahoys and Oreos*? Wouldn't the pre-holiday weekend be preternaturally sterile without the sounds and smells of me banging around bowls and implements, swearing, and making a huge mess in my new kitchen? Isn't that what the holiday season is all about?

OK, maybe I'll make just a couple of different kinds.

It's funny how lots of naggy, negative reasons to not do can be swept aside in a heartbeat by one single, shiny reason to do.


*Not that there's anything wrong with that. Evil corporate cookies, perhaps, but they are delicious!

1 comment:

  1. All good mammals lay on a winter layer of fat.
    Quit denying your mammalian heritage! Find your sweat pants and break out the flour and sugar its cookie time damn’t.


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