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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

baking

I was supposed to sell cookie dough as a fundraiser for Lucy's school. The first year I bought a bunch of it because I had a new baby and was too lethargic to peddle it to anyone else. The second year I sold so much of it I had to use the upstairs and downstairs freezers to house it until I could deliver it all. This year I failed completely and finally threw away the empty order form - three weeks after it was due.

But really, it can stay in your refrigerator for 6 months without going bad. What's in it, kryptonite?

I overlooked this the first year because, as I said, I was too lethargic to do much of anything and taking freshly baked kryptonite-laced cookies to all those Christmas parties was way better than showing up empty handed or (heaven forfend) staying home.

The next year was pretty easy because I cannot keep a secret and told everyone at the parties what I had done and they then heckled me for a year asking for cookie dough.

And now there is this year and I'm on a baking jag. Not all of it is edible, but I do know what's in it and doesn't that count for something?

I am on a baking jag because I made our friend Randy some completely horrible peanut butter cookies in return for a favor he did. They were not intentionally horrible, although yes, there are some favors that warrant horrible cookies. This wasn't one of them.

I wanted to make another, less horrible, replacement batch and as I pondered peanut butter cookies I remembered some cookies my mom used to make. They were peanut butter, chocolate, oatmeal cookies and you didn't bake them.

I asked her how to make them one afternoon and she pulled out a stack of recipe cards to sort through. It took a few hours, because every one of those cards had a story. Many of them had two - hers and mine. I remember making some of those recipes when I was a kid. I remember the cookies whose names I mixed up and she'd make me what I asked for except it wasn't what I wanted. I did it over and over again and I still can't think of the correct name.

I remember making cookies with my sister and eating entire batches of dough. And not once did we die of food poisoning.

I'm not sure I'd trust the shelf-stable version not to kill me.

Besides, when Lucy grows up and asks a friend to take her daughter to a birthday party because she quadruple-booked herself, I want her to be able to make some decent cookies for him. And I don't want her to have to email me and say - "hey mom, where'd you order those cookies from? You know, the ones you always used to take to parties."

6 comments:

rain said...

I'll have to do a blog on my grandma's recipes at some point. She wrote them all out by hand to help herself recover from a stroke. And she has a kickass peanut butter cookie recipe. So let me know if the replacements don't work...:) I've added you to my link list - hope that's ok.

hazelblackberry said...

AS IF she would email you then anyway. By then we'll all be linked to each other's minds. You know, we'll be telepathetic. Your blog entry has certainly left me with a hankering for some bikkies.

thefoodsnob said...

Cookie-making is a necessary life skill!

Lisa

Susan said...

Rain- I'd love to get that recipe!

Hazelblackberry - Welcome home! Yes, I thought about the email thing as I was typing that. The thought of her being linked to my mind is going to give me nightmares.

Lisa - Yes indeed. A rich and varied life skill.

Fred said...

Oh dear ... you may have just inspired me to delve into the recipes I saved from my mom's house and work on some of those cookie recipes. Gotsta look for her cheesecake recipe, too!

Fortunately, if I fail at first, I still have some of last year's school dough in my freezer!

Liz said...

Let me tell you all that the replacements ROCKED and my husband wants more. Please send right away as I have not learned to bake at 9,000 feet yet...
He did eat the "horrible" cookies and enjoyed them. His only comment was that they were a bit dry. Driving Lucy to the party was it's own reward!