Baking and New Traditions
“You know, they have those in the store already made,” is my usual comment about baked goods. However, in the spirit of embracing my new role as Homemaker, I have decided to try new things, like baking for example. Besides, the holiday season is upon us. As the preparations for Christmas develop, my daughter has asked (a few times) about Christmas cookies. This time she was armed with a book of recipes for kids and a plan, (it wasn’t a spreadsheet, but I cut her some slack, she’s 11). Yikes. Okay, I thought, I can do this. We started planning.
Types of cookies we wanted to make – Chocolate Orange Hearts, Lemon Cinnamon Stars, Shortbread, Lebkuchen, Sugar Cookies and Gingerbread. She had additional recipes picked out but I vetoed those ideas, stating that we (I) may already be in over our (my) heads. I added that my favorite from previous year is the Fruit and Nut Bark and White Chocolate Bark, so those had to go on the list as well. Determined to share in the joy that is baking and manual labor, I told the Girl that she would need to go through the recipes we selected and write out the grocery list. We also agreed that we would go shopping together. Saturday came and we planned the ingredients and our shopping trip. I reminded my daughter at least 100 (or thousand, but who’s counting?) that the stores were going to be very busy so we needed to be patient. I stated this mantra over and over, like my own personal form of terets. It was not for her benefit. I was ready to crawl out of my skin. For you see, along with being in the unfamiliar territory of the “baking supplies” aisle, the stores were packed. The parking lots jammed, the aisles in the store full of people casually reading labels as if they were on the bestseller list. “Wow, it sure is busy. We need to be patient. Everyone is going to have fun baking and getting ready for the holiday, right?” I said it to her so many times that she started rolling her eyes as me; she knew I was full of it.
I discovered something about myself this weekend. I think that I actually like to bake. Eight types of cookies, with at least 18 of each kind is alot of baking for this neophyte domestic engineer. It was fun to work with my daughter in the kitchen, trying all of our creations and triumphantly announcing the completion of each batch to my sons and husband . I hope she had as much fun as I did. She said she did, but then she knows that Santa is watching so I think that she will say about anything nice to ensure certain presents appear under the tree on Christmas morning. In any case, I will take it. Here’s hoping we have started a mom-daughter tradition.