So I’m not much of a cook or a baker. Let’s just say that this goes way back, starting when my best friend Lisa and I attempted to make pretzels from a recipe in Seventeen Magazine. The end result? See below.
In all fairness, Seventeen Magazine posted a revised recipe the next month, explaining the original recipe was incorrect.
Every once in a while, I get the urge to make something. That urge struck a few weeks ago and I convinced Mom that we needed to bake some cookies. The good news is that nothing was set on fire. The other good news is that the cookies were edible.
The cookies in progress:
The finished product:
Baking cookies got me thinking about life. There is something very cathartic and relaxing about measuring ingredients and mixing dough. It was fun to spend the afternoon with Mom and talk about old times.
Why baking cookies reminds me of life:
1. Planning ahead can help smooth out the rough times.
We got all the ingredients out a head of time and lined them up on the counter. This made mixing the ingredients a snap.
2. A watched oven never works.
Mom’s oven runs really hot, so we have to be careful when baking something. Except Murhpy’s law comes into play here, since it looks like nothing is burning and then all of a sudden, you look away for a minute and things burn.
Sometimes in life, you just have to let things go and fall where they may.
3. Enjoy the journey.
Not only were the cookies delicious, but making them was fun. There is something so satisfying about working hard to bake and then ending up with a delicious end product.
4. Enjoy things in moderation.
As an fitness obsessed person, er fanatic, I keep reading about the evils of sugar and fat. Well, yummy cookies are made up of sugar and butter and lots of other delicious things. As I read more about healthy and unhealthy foods, it is really about processed foods and the evil trans fat, not pure sugar and butter, that is the culprit. Store bought cookies can’t hold a candle to homemade cookies, both in terms of taste or ingredients.Β I was also careful not eat too much of the yummy cookie dough, although that was hard to do.
5. Savor every moment.
There is something so satisfying about biting into a cookie that is warm from the oven. Pure bliss! Nothing like savoring every bite. And you know what, with cookies like this, you only need one or two and you are satisfied. None of that “eating a handful of store bought cookies mindlessly.”
So what about you? Have you found a simple experience that really made your day?
Disastrous kitchen photo is from SmileKiddo.
The cookie dough and finished cookie photos are from yours truly and her smartphone. π
Stef
January 20, 2016
I’d like the record to show that I DID clean up my kitchen, and restored it to a sanitary condition: https://smilekiddo.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/09_kitchen-cleaned.jpg
π
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Nancy Loderick
January 20, 2016
Hi Stef,
Thanks for your comment! I am glad to see that you have cleaned up your kitchen. I would like to say that Lisa and I did the same thing, although I think it was my Mom who cleaned up the kitchen. She didn’t trust us after the mess we made!
Nancy
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Professor VJ Duke
January 20, 2016
Cookies! I love cookies, don’t you know.
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Nancy Loderick
January 20, 2016
Well Professor,
I am not surprised. After all, who doesn’t love cookies?
Nancy
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Ken Loderick
January 20, 2016
I can confirm the cookies were very good. In fact, I think it might be time for an encore!
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Nancy Loderick
January 20, 2016
Hi Mr. Ken,
I’m glad you enjoyed the cookies. And I am even happier that the cookies didn’t make you sick! π
Nancy
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Bea dM
January 20, 2016
You’ll have to do lots of your fitness thing after those. “A watched oven never works” sounds like you’ve reached a remarkable plateau of zen wisdom haha π
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Nancy Loderick
January 20, 2016
Hi Bea,
Yes, I think I will have to exercise that Fitbit a lot more after sampling these cookies. Well, actually, I did more than sample the cookies – lol. π
Nancy
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Bea dM
January 21, 2016
I thought so π
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Ralph
January 20, 2016
Ah ! Cookies ! *faint* π β€
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Nancy Loderick
January 20, 2016
Dear friend Ralph,
Alas, if only you lived closer. I would send you a big box of cookies. But with the mail being what it is, I have a feeling that the box would be long empty by the time it reached you, the customs officials or whomever, would have satisfied their sweet tooth!
Nancy
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Ralph
January 20, 2016
That’s really kind of you my friend, but I wouldn’t like for you to deprive Mr Ken of his fair share (meaning all of them π ) lol
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Nancy Loderick
January 21, 2016
Dear friend Ralph,
Yes, it was too funny. I brought the cookies home and showed them to Mr. Ken. His words were, “thank you for MY cookies.” π
Nancy
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Ralph
January 22, 2016
Heehee. See !!!!
Have a lovely weekend dear Nancy π
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melodysgt
January 20, 2016
I always loved to bake. I was the official Christmas cookie baker at my parents house. My sweet dad even ate the ones I burned saying he liked them crispy. Thank heaven my oven’s broken as you have given me the baking urge. I’ll never get back to size 10 if I fix that oven. Thank you, Nancy, love to read your thoughts.
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Nancy Loderick
January 21, 2016
Hi there,
Love the story about your Dad eating the burnt ones. That reminds me of my home ec homework, when we had to make a dish. I made tuna/potato chip casserole. Yet, Dad ate it with a smile on his face (or was it a grimace) and told me it was delicious. π
Nancy
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melodysgt
January 29, 2016
Good Dads are priceless!
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socialbridge
January 21, 2016
Love the lessons learned, Nancy. I’d add ‘Appreciate time spent with mother/father baking as they will not be around forever.’
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Nancy Loderick
January 21, 2016
Hi Jean,
Thanks for your comment. I love your additional lesson. I so enjoyed baking the cookies with Mom. Er, rather, I baked the cookies and she supervised. π
Nancy
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socialbridge
January 21, 2016
Yes, it’s the supervision that’s very important ~ i.e. the chatting, the tips, the togetherness …..
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Lisa
January 21, 2016
That was an epic day in our childhood!
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Nancy Loderick
January 21, 2016
Hi Lisa,
Yes, it sure was! In fact, Irene still talks about that day. Funny, whenever I mention to her that I want to do some baking, she brings up the “pretzel incident.” You would think she would be over that by now, but no . . .
Nancy
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tonyasmithauthor
January 25, 2016
I love your bits and pieces of cookies and life analogies. My dad used to always tease my wife about how she burned the scalloped potatoes – when we were first married. She was in a hurry and wasn’t getting much help from any of us. In his words – they were galded potatoes. They looked fine on the outside – but when you bit into them all you tasted was burn… He never let her live that one down, and I think that was the last day she cooked for my family… LOL Thanks for sharing Nancy.
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Nancy Loderick
January 26, 2016
Hi Tony,
Thanks for checking in with your comments. That is too funny about your wife. It sounds exactly like something I would do! π
Nancy
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purplepumpernickelblog
February 18, 2016
Loved the account of your adventure! Cookies are life!
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Kristopher Dukes
February 25, 2016
Thank you for justifying my addiction to cookies as a metaphor for a life well lived.
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Nancy Loderick
February 29, 2016
Hi Kristopher,
Anything to help! π
Nancy
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