Archive for August, 2008

I am not a cookie baker.  I love to bake bread and cakes and doughie things.  I also like to cook, and cook most of our meals everyday.  Now that we have two kids, I sometimes feel like I spend my days cooking food and cleaning up food…. However, I am not a cookie baker in general.  This gives me pangs of guilt, since I grew up in a household where the cookie jar was always full with the most delectable homemade cookies.  And, even now, my mother sends ziploc bags of Snickerdoodles to my husband because she feels bad that I don’t bake his favorite cookies for him.   I don’t know why I don’t bake them more often… I think it is the time intensive nature of dropping out all those little balls and keeping track of 11 minutes for each cookie sheet, and oh, who really needs the added temptation of cookies sitting around? At least with a cake, you polish it off and its done.

Anyways, my sister Sara has been staying with us for awhile and she IS a cookie baker.  She has been baking lots of cookies for her husband, Jeff, who is stationed in Iraq right now.  She cooks from her brain, no recipes involved, so she’s always mixing up something yummy…

Today I decided I would bake cookies for Jeff as well, since his birthday is this week (Happy Birthday bro!).  Ava helped me in the endeavor and as she is blending the chocolate chips into the dough with a wooden spoon, she looks up with a big grin as if she had thought of the best joke in the world and says, “Is your name Sara, Mommy?”. The she gives a great snicker (yes, snicker) and continues stirring.

Guess my daughter has inherited her father’s sarcasm, …and learned how to use it.

Because my little sister Ginny turned the big 29 this month (for the first time, that is) we had a fun little party celebrating and Livi got to try out some birthday cake.  Ahhhh, to taste yellow cake for the first time.