
There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives, the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.
~Alison Lurie
When I saw this quote, I had to laugh. Making cookies last Christmas season felt like a war. Pretty much anything that could go wrong -- did.
Last year, I had signed up for two cookie exchanges*. Now this is not normally a big deal (except for my waistline ever since I turned 35!) because I usually take a whole day to make all 20-some dozen cookies in an assembly line fashion. Unfortunately, my assembly line had a big wrench thrown in it.
I had planned to make "fancy" cookies for the exchanges to show off my baking prowess. I had been scouring recipe books for weeks trying to find just the right recipe that would be fancy enough, but not too fancy so my kids would still eat. (Not an easy task with picky eaters, let me tell you!)
I shopped. I gathered. I counted, and I prepped. One small problem, I had no rolling pin -- which is a necessity for my mom's pinwheel cookie recipe. So I arranged to have one brought over.
On the Great Cookie Baking Day, my mother-in-law was on her way to bring over the rolling pin for me. She slipped, fell on some ice, and broke her hip. Off to the hospital I went to be with her -- calling my husband and in-laws as I drove. That was not the way that I planned to spend the next 5 hours. (However, I was very grateful that my parents could watch the kids on the spur-of-the-moment.)
Alas, while my mother-in-law was examined, X-rayed, and medicated for pain, I kept fretting in my mind about when I was going to have time to make all those cookies. The parties are approaching tomorrow afternoon and evening! I have no time! I promised! I can't back out now! 20 dozen! 20 dozen! That's 240 cookies! 20 dozen?! Why did I sign up for this thing? Why don't we live some place warm? Who needs cookies anyway? Why am I worrying about cookies while I'm sitting in the hospital, for goodness sake? Argh!
By the time I got home, I was exhausted and crabby. I had resolved myself to do something quick and easy like plain drop cookies -- even though that meant not doing the more elaborate cookies I had planned (for weeks!).
I opened the door and my girls came running. "Guess what? Guess what? We made cookies today! Grandma let us mix and stir." I nearly burst into tears. Between the three of them, they had made all the dough I needed to make the elaborate cookies and had started the refrigeration steps. All I needed to do was basically stick them in the oven- which I had time to do the next morning before the first party. What an unexpected and glorious gift!
I know that help is always available to each one of us - even when we least expect it. I'm grateful for that everyday, not just on The-Great-Cookie-Baking-Day-That-Almost-Wasn't. This year, however, I'm only going to one exchange. Wish me luck!
* A cookie exchange is one of those gatherings of people where everybody bakes a dozen or so cookies for each guest and then you all switch -- so you can "save time" while enjoying lots of different types of cookies and an evening out.