Saturday was the great “bake-off”. Grasshoppers No.1 and No.2 joined your Mom in an afternoon to bake Christmas cookies. They were armed with spatulas, spoons, and measuring cups. It was a glorious, nostalgic return to yester-year. There were sweet smells everywhere. Flour. Sugar. Butter. Chocolate.
The idea was to bake enough cookies to satisfy the Christmas demand. Each of the bakers was going to take cookies home and ration them out through the holidays.
I kept checking on the baking effort throughout the afternoon. The cookies kept disappearing. I think the idea was to hide them from me as quick as they baked them. Damn!
These cookies were different. There were no calories or carbohydrates. They are baked with love and are guaranteed to be good for you.
And then it was over. The baking was done. The kitchen was cleaned up. The cookie jars were full.
But wait. I went to our cookie jar and it was empty. It seems the “bakers” made a pact to hide the cookies and ration them out slowly over the holidays. So one third of the cookies went home with No.1 and one third with No.2. The remaining cookies stay here but in a hidden location.
I think they call it a “buzz-kill” or anti-climatic”. I was anticipating a week-end of over indulgence of great treats and all I got was a few nostalgic smells.
Trust me, I don’t give up easily. I have a “nose” for hidden treasures. If those cookies are any where near by, I will find them.
I’m told there was one mistake. It happened to a “gooey-mushy” sampling of chocolate cookies. The recipe called for a measure of butterscotch. The baker (who remains nameless) read the butter part but the word scotch was on the next page. So the cookies got lots of butter and the scotch part was missed. Afterward the baker drank scotch to make up for the error.
The effort was valiant. The chefs were tired. Cookies were plentiful. There will be a lot of happy faces as family and friends indulge over the holidays. Enjoy.
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad