It’s taken me 51 years to get around to baking cookies. Honoring Mother’s Day and my mom’s own tradition it seemed time to try.
As a diabetic, chocolate chip cookies don’t work too well (yeah I know there is imitation chocolate), but recently I noticed in the inside of the Quaker Oats bin was a recipe for Vanishing Oatmeal Cookies.
I had everything, including Splenda for sugar, even some Brown sugar substitute. I did lack backing soda, but found on the internet I could use 3 times the amount needed of baking powder, which I did have. All of these substitutions are sources of potential ruin of the recipe.
To me, cooking is all experimentation.
I was surprised to find I actually had a mixer, tucked in a cabinet above the fridge.
And thus I baked solo my first batch of cookies.
The question of course is, how are they? Well… they are not horrible! They could be a tad sweeter. But I am pleased.
Before I took this photo, I managed to drop the plastic box on the flower and lost a few more cookies. This stuff is challenging!
I can imagine my Mom’s laughter as I tell her of my experiment. That is a laughter of encouragement, and of enjoying the silliness. I sure miss that laugh.
Strangely enough another Mom-ento moment was when I found these two small metal knives in a box, each with an American Airlines logo:
Yes, these were in her house. Mom had this, well, embarrassing habit of taking silverware from restaurants. It was not frequent nor an kind of kleptomania; she would just see a utensil that she admired, and somehow rationalized slipping it into her purse.
It happened once when I was 12 in Williamsburg, VA, she could not resist the large spoon. In a drawer in her kitchen we found a big fork from Outback steakhouse. And even a small tea pot from a Chinese restaurant. And these two American Airline knives, I can imagine her marveling at how small and light they were.
It’s quite a throwback, given that airlines do not even serve you meals anymore, much less ones with metal cutlery.
And now what was once an embarrassing habit is endearing. It”s those quirks in ones we love that become even larger when missed.
Appreciate the quirks you see in the people in your life. I may just hand you a bag of dry cookies.
That top photo of the cookies is mine, and as usual, it is licensed Creative Commons By Attribution. I would add more normal flickr creative commons credit statement, but the changes flickr made in their service made it impossible for me to upload all my photos tonight. This is a quirk I am not loving.