Today I will be baking 5 dozen cookies for tomorrow's playgroup. The ladies have decided to do a cookie swap. Each of us will bake 5 dozen cookies, and then exchange them with each other so we end up with a variety of cookies on our platter. The cookies can then be eaten, or given as Christmas gifts to neighbors, friends, and relatives. So in a few minutes Leo and I will be headed to our favorite place...you guessed it, the grocery store, to stock up on baking supplies. Wish us luck! I'd be lying if I didn't say I thought about buying five rolls of Toll House cookie dough instead of baking cookies from scratch. Actually, I've never baked cookies from scratch before, so instead of wishing me luck, could you say a few prayers?
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So, you just gave birth to a baby how long ago?! You are amazing, Rebecca. I don't even think I'd have the energy to tackle five dozen cookies now and my baby is a year old!!!
Don't worry: cookies from scratch are pretty easy. They're not as temperamental as cakes. However, baking is a science, unlike cooking which is an art. With baking, follow the directions, measure precisely, and don't make changes (until you're an expert).
I've just caught up on several of your postings. My husband is forbidden from reading your blog, lest he see what good homemaking his wife could be doing . . .
Aren't you sweet. I appreciate the compliments, but it might make you feel better to know that it's 8:30 p.m. and I JUST started baking. This reminds me of the days when I was a college student. I once wrote a 20 page paper the night before it was due. I still managed to get a good grade, but I swore I wouldn't do that to myself ever again. I once had a friend who used to say "Procrastination is a form of self hatred."
And I'll also have you know m'dear that it was because of YOU that I started this blog in the first place. I looked at yours and was absolutely amazed at all you get accomplished. That picture on your blog of you at the airport with John in your Ergo carrier, and you holding your suitcase, purse, and John's car seat in your hands getting ready to fly with a 1-year-old without your husband across the country will forever be etched in my mind! So...when you think about THAT, does baking 5 dozen cookies really seem so hard?
Oh well, pshaw. Flying on a plane is hard, but it's sort of self-induced torture. Once I'm stuck there with the baby, we're just stuck for five hours no matter what happens. With the cookie-baking, I don't know, it just seems different. Surely you must have been up till midnight with all your baking?
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