I know! I'm on a blog full of wonderful cookie recipes...I'm just talking about when we are in a hurry to lavish some "Mom" around, but there is too much to do! So, forgive me, and please don't throw cookies at me!.....on second thought...
I married into this family of "scratch". If it wasn't made from scratch, it did not make it to the table. An everday meal, if someone was asked to stop and have a bite, consists of no room at the table for your dinner plate.
The first Christmas, Bobby and I had both families over. I was still working, and coming home for the weekends, which made it hard to get the house clean enough and a large dinner made. The family I married into never, ever comes empty handed, so that certainly helped!
On one weekend home, I tried to make cut out cookies. I have every cookie decorating tool known to man, but it didn't help. I can make breaded pork chops, beef or pork roast and spare ribs that fall off of the bone. I can do a Thanksgiving meal that I am proud of and love to do, but cut out cookies????? They are my nightmare!
I had cheesecake, and other pies and cakes made, but when I looked at those sad cut outs, I wanted to cry.
I had bags of Betty Crocker Cookie Mixes in the pantry. Chocolate chip, peanut butter and the dreaded sugar (which I dropped by rounded teaspoon, frosted and slathered with cookie sprinkles). I took a deep breath, faced my guilt and into the pantry I went.
After dinner, the table was cleared and the desserts brought out. My mother in law and the aunt brought side dishes and lots of pastry. Aunt Elsie makes cut out sugar cookies that are so beautiful, you dread to bite into them and ruin her work. She brought a tray of them.
Everything was lovely. Coffee was made, desserts were brought to the table and conversation was plenty, along with holiday laughter. We are from the south, so we even had uncles who brought guitars and banjos and were adding to the good feelings.
Then....it happened.
My new husband...that I know God sent to me, my gift, my partner, my love...said "how do you guys like the cookies Reda made? " I turned around, frozen, and noticed that both women were munching the chocolate chip ones. Before they could answer, my Bobby said "They're a mix by Betty Crocker." They stopped chewing, I swear.
Silence. A long silence.
Then big mouth says "Oh, she makes them for me every weekend before she goes back to work." I thought....not any more, Bud.
Small words were spoken and eventually things were back to normal. As each left, they were handed a plate of leftovers. Some took my cookies, some didn't.
So, I wanted Mom's to know about the mixes. They are very good and if I still had school age kids, I'd make a few batches and freeze the dough, so a few cookies could be made for after school, or even lunches.
By the way, after the holidays I went back to work. Big mouth gets a phone call from his Mother asking where to buy the cookie mixes. She loved them.
He's still not off the hook. Remember the original cut outs I made that looked terrible? They are in the freezer. He'll get homemade cookies when I go back to work....by jingles!
I married into this family of "scratch". If it wasn't made from scratch, it did not make it to the table. An everday meal, if someone was asked to stop and have a bite, consists of no room at the table for your dinner plate.
The first Christmas, Bobby and I had both families over. I was still working, and coming home for the weekends, which made it hard to get the house clean enough and a large dinner made. The family I married into never, ever comes empty handed, so that certainly helped!
On one weekend home, I tried to make cut out cookies. I have every cookie decorating tool known to man, but it didn't help. I can make breaded pork chops, beef or pork roast and spare ribs that fall off of the bone. I can do a Thanksgiving meal that I am proud of and love to do, but cut out cookies????? They are my nightmare!
I had cheesecake, and other pies and cakes made, but when I looked at those sad cut outs, I wanted to cry.
I had bags of Betty Crocker Cookie Mixes in the pantry. Chocolate chip, peanut butter and the dreaded sugar (which I dropped by rounded teaspoon, frosted and slathered with cookie sprinkles). I took a deep breath, faced my guilt and into the pantry I went.
After dinner, the table was cleared and the desserts brought out. My mother in law and the aunt brought side dishes and lots of pastry. Aunt Elsie makes cut out sugar cookies that are so beautiful, you dread to bite into them and ruin her work. She brought a tray of them.
Everything was lovely. Coffee was made, desserts were brought to the table and conversation was plenty, along with holiday laughter. We are from the south, so we even had uncles who brought guitars and banjos and were adding to the good feelings.
Then....it happened.
My new husband...that I know God sent to me, my gift, my partner, my love...said "how do you guys like the cookies Reda made? " I turned around, frozen, and noticed that both women were munching the chocolate chip ones. Before they could answer, my Bobby said "They're a mix by Betty Crocker." They stopped chewing, I swear.
Silence. A long silence.
Then big mouth says "Oh, she makes them for me every weekend before she goes back to work." I thought....not any more, Bud.
Small words were spoken and eventually things were back to normal. As each left, they were handed a plate of leftovers. Some took my cookies, some didn't.
So, I wanted Mom's to know about the mixes. They are very good and if I still had school age kids, I'd make a few batches and freeze the dough, so a few cookies could be made for after school, or even lunches.
By the way, after the holidays I went back to work. Big mouth gets a phone call from his Mother asking where to buy the cookie mixes. She loved them.
He's still not off the hook. Remember the original cut outs I made that looked terrible? They are in the freezer. He'll get homemade cookies when I go back to work....by jingles!
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