Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Christmas I Didn't Bake
It's weird; very weird. I am okay, even excited, by the prospect of worshipping at a Lutheran church in The Kids' neighborhood where the parishoners are predominantly Asian. I can get behind the Mexican menu requested by Son #2 (who lives with a vegetarian and who has been hosting mostly vegetarian extended family for the last month now and has rather plaintively requested that the moms provide some meat entrees during our stay there). But the thought of the cookie cutters, rolling pin and my mother's collection of holiday recipe books lying dormant during this time of pre-Christmas preparation is very hard to deal with. I think I'm going through withdrawal.
Last weekend we attended a cookie walk put on by the Presbyterian church in our little community, to procure some homemade cookies for Son #1 and his partner and for our nephew, a hearty eater who loves our annual cookie box. Nice cookies; many fancier than my usual selection. They tasted swell too. (We purchased a few extra for quality control purposes.) But -- it just wasn't the same packing them up.
Fellow Traveler suggested that we bake a pan of raspberry bars -- an easy, forgiving recipe -- while we're in Brooklyn. That might help.