Last year I had the brilliant idea to have my mother-in-law (MIL) make cookies with my older son (OS). I got all nostalgic thinking about how OS would be making cookies with my MIL just like my husband had done when he was OS’s age. OS got all excited about making cookies. Unfortunately he translated “make cookies” into EAT COOKIES NOW” and did not understand that the cookies had to be baked. Individual ingredients and cookie dough fit poorly into his master plan. The cookie making was a complete disaster and culminated with me giving OS store bought cookies while the homemade cookies were baking. My MIL suggested pre-made dough in the future.
Today I decided to buy those Toll House pre-made cookies at the grocery store. I figured it’s been about a year, and maybe this time cookie-making will go better. Plus the Toll House freezer, decorated for Halloween, called to me (or at least cackled at me) when I walked by it. Ahh…marketing.
All day long OS was very excited to make cookies. He would frequently bring it up and remind me that after dinner we were going to make the cookies. Finally it was the appointed time. OS was beside himself with excitement, and I was feeling all warm and motherly. I gave myself a pat on the back for being even more brilliant than the year before in thinking of this idea. I started tearing up at the nice memory OS and I were sure to create. Then something happened. I opened the package.
OS insisted that cookies could not come from the squares of glob that was the cookie dough. No matter how I tried to reassure him that these square blocks of glob were really going to turn into nice round tasty chocolate chip cookies, he wouldn’t believe me. I realized that because I so rarely bake (1) because I’m lazy and 2) I know I would eat whatever I baked) my saying that the cookie dough was going to form cookies was like saying the dining room table was going to turn into an elephant or that I was going to sprout wings and fly. So as you could probably guess, a temper tantrum ensued. After calming down, he agreed to put the cookies on the cookie sheet. Then we watched them bake together (okay really I sat there and stared at the oven while trying to convince OS that the cookies were indeed baking. OS’s contribution to the baking process involved chasing the dog around the living room.) Finally the timer went off and I brought the cookies out of the oven. OS looked like he had witnessed a miracle. And he had: it will probably be another year until I attempt to bake cookies again.
A. Elliot’s Lesson Learned: Moms can perform magic
Labels: Crafts, Food (Solid), From the Mouths of Babes |
Yum, homemade cookies! Sounds like fun... and the toll house cookies that are frozen are almost as good as "made from scratch."