Concert Night and Cookie Hell
By Pam Sherman | December 18, 2007
So in keeping with the holiday theme - - tonight was the holiday concert at my 6th grader;’s school. I will say the sound was soooo much better than the 5th grade band concert. It did not sound like wounded animals. The music sounded like music. There was an errant clarinet or two, sounding like pained birds. But all in all it was mercifully short and I could see my kid and he could see me - -which is the reason to go to these things isn’t it? I came home to make cookies for my very high-pressure cookie exchange. These women are real bakers. They know what their doing. They bake a lot and not just at holiday time. I am not a baker. I can’t bake them without burning them, which basically lead me to stop baking. My mother-in-law made these legendary cookies which after her death we learned were the cookies on the back of the chocolate chip bag made with Crisco. I could never make them right - -turns out she left out her main ingredient when she shared her secret family recipe - -which was on the back of the bag of chocolate chips anyway so what’s the secret. So I’m feeling some pressure to bake well but even if I bring my crappy cookies - -I get to come home with their really good cookies. I’ve been going out a bit too much for the holidays to ladies nights. I finally told my husband that the third cocktail party in a row was a cookie exchange. I lied but I came home with cookies to appease him. Well tomorrow will be the mother-lode an actual cookie exchange.
As if I have time to make cookies. In between working and life, I don’t have time to bake. I don’t even have time for holiday cards because while I was diligent and got my holiday cards in, the photo place took it upon themselves to misspell my son’s name - - thus tapping into a major family feud. Zach, Zack, Zak. It’s Zachary therefore it’s Zach, not Zack, not Zak. So now I had to bring them back and wait while they fix them. I have the envelopes and am being ruthless. If I haven’t spoken to you in two years - you are off the list. Even if you send me a card I don’t care - - who are you anyway?
Finally, I know that the holiday season is getting to me because our anniversary is coming up on Sat. and I have been telling everyone that we are married 24 years - -but my husband informed me tonight that it’s only 23. I know the first 12 years I call the forgotten years - - because I forgot them. But to lose a whole year?! 23 is such a nothing year too - -it’s not quite silver - what is it pewter? But still to be amused by and still in love with the same man for twenty-something years……give or take…..that’s something. I’ll eat a cookie to that.
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December 20th, 2007 at 10:33 am
Pam,
Just a note to say “Hi,” and Happy Holidays Back Atcha! How Josie going?
Joe M.
PS - Life is very strange…. I am now the Facility Manager at the JCC…