I hope you had a wonderful holiday.
Well, I experienced another extraordinary first. I asked my husband to get me a mixer for Chanukah/Christmas.
“A mixer. Like a real standup, grownup, mixer so I can bake stuff.”
“Are you okay? What’s wrong with the hand mixer?” Phil was baffled.
I mean it’s true. We’ve been married for over 30 years and I never expressed interest in big or fancy cooking appliances.
“Well”, I told him,” my friend Julie was making cookie dough in her mixer and it just seemed so easy and wonderful. I want a mixer too.”
“You’re going to bake me cookies?”
“I will if you will get me a mixer. Get something cheap in case I don’t use it very often.”
The truth is I could have bought myself a mixer. In fact this year we decided to really ratchet down the gift giving. As my daughter said, “What do we need? Let’s just spend time together.”
She’s right, right?
So she bought a jigsaw puzzle and we spent the day with her boyfriend working on that. I gave everyone socks from a company that donates a pair to homeless shelters for every pair you buy.
My dog, her dog, and a dog she’s “babysitting” chased each other around the house until they threw themselves down on the floor like 3 exhausted children who had too much Christmas. It was perfectly lovely.
Then I took out my new silver Kitchen Aide mixer Phil bought me. He picked it out. The thing is HEAVY! I got that baby on my counter and started whipping up some oatmeal raisin cookies.
I have to tell you, I have no idea why, at age 61, I, the woman who never made a cookie that didn’t come in a pre-made roll or packet, wanted to bake cookies from scratch.
My grandmother, (we called her Memaw) made cookies all her life.
There were always tins of cookies in her house. Neighbor children in Cincinnati would knock on the door and she would give them a cookie. She was famous for her cookies. I only liked to EAT the cookies. I never showed any interest in making them, much to her dismay.
Years ago, before she died, she handed over all of her recipes to me including my favorite Viennese Crescents, just in case I changed my mind, you know, about domestic stuff like baking.
It was the first cookie I made with my new mixer. Ahhhh. How did she know?
How did she know eventually, I would want to make cookies?
All my co-workers got Viennese Crescents and some Chocolate Chip cookies for the holidays. I don’t know how long this cookie thing is going to last. Maybe not past New Years. But, giving my family and friends something I made versus something I bought feels kind of awesome.
I now know, why Memaw made cookies.
I just don’t know how she stayed so thin.
Anyway, the mixer is a fixer, a musher of stuff we share, that kind of binds us together like the memory of a favorite cookie and the person who made them.