Yesterday, I got to celebrate with one of my best friends at her bridal shower. We had a tea party, and because her sisters are far craftier than I will ever be, it seriously looked like something off of Pinterest. There were finger sandwiches, and mismatched China sets, and individual tiered wedding cakes for each guest, decorated with babies breath all around. Seriously, Pinterest would have been jealous.
Do you have an opinion on oatmeal raisin cookies? I feel like they are one of those foods like cilantro or olives: you either love them or you hate them. I could be wrong about that, I suppose, but I grew up in an oatmeal raisin hating household. My mom’s mindset was that it was a cruel twist on a chocolate chip cookie. And I can see her point; biting into an oatmeal raisin cookie when you’re expecting chocolate chip has to be the foundation of many a trust issue. But I digress.
I love Girl Scout Cookies. Honestly, who doesn’t? My freshman year of college, my little cousin was just a Daisy and I received a care package with a few boxes of cookies. Oh, it was wonderful! A day or two after receiving that package, my now-husband (then, just a guy on my dorm floor I’d hung out with a time or two) invited me to a movie night with some of his friends. I went, and being the considerate person I am, I brought a couple boxes of cookies with me. We had a nice time that night, but the guys had ordered pizza and we didn’t break into my cookies. Movie night went late (like 2 AM late), so I went back to my room that night exhausted. The next afternoon, I stopped by Brendan’s room hoping to get my cookies back. He and his roommate looked at me sheepishly…they had eaten them. All of them. In the twelve hours I had been gone, these boys polished off my Tagalongs and Thin Mints! The fact that these people became my husband and some of my best friends speaks volumes to how forgiving I am…
For my entire life, Christmastime has been synonymous with baking. A tradition my mom started when she was in college, every year our lives are turned upside-down as we crank out tons of cookies. At this point, I’m thoroughly entrenched in cookie baking. A batch of mint meringues are in the oven as I write this, and I have containers of three different varieties of cookies sitting on my counter. It’s a bit time consuming and stressful, but it’s Christmas!
When I was in college, I was busy. I had two majors, a minor, undergraduate research, TAing, extra-curriculars, and I tried to maintain some semblance of a social life. Needless to say, I got stressed. And when I got stressed, there was one foolproof way of relaxing: whipping something up in my tiny apartment kitchen.
I don’t know about you guys, but we’re still swimming in Thanksgiving leftovers. Well, we finished the pie. And there was a bit of a battle over the last serving of stuffing. But for the most part, we’re still sustaining ourselves on leftovers. While I’m getting a little tired of this Thanksgiving themed Groundhog Day, it does have one major advantage: I’m free to use the kitchen for non-dinner pursuits. And as Christmas season is officially in full swing, what better pursuit than cookies?
This post is brought to you by my sister, Kaitlyn. I haven’t baked these cookies myself, but I’ve eaten them and can attest to their deliciousness!!
You already know a bit about me. I’m the gullible, homework doing, frosting loving, Blue Hen little sister. And just like any good little sister, I tend to follow in the footsteps of those before me. In this case, it means I love to make and eat cookies. Our mother taught us how to bake when we were very young, to the point where in the third grade for Career Day, I declared I wanted to be a pastry chef and brought in homemade mint meringues that I made by myself. As a result, hot cookies straight out of the oven are my happy place.
There are, unequivocally, two types of people: people who get excited at the first whispers of Christmas and those who don’t. Me? I’m a Christmas person. I watch those Christmas in July specials with childlike giddiness. I unabashedly start perusing the decorations when they appear in September. And by November, I’m ready for those countdowns that pop up all over the place. Now, don’t get me wrong: I don’t want to put up my tree before Thanksgiving, or force Christmas cheer down the throats of innocent bystanders. But it makes me happy.
Do you know what drives me crazy? Automated customer service. Yesterday, my cable box decided that showing video was an unnecessary burden. After searching high and low for a phone number to call (because, apparently, the cable company would rather assist me online), a robot answered the phone. Now, I’m all for advancements in technology. But after repeatedly screaming “NO. VIDEO.” into my phone while the bot responded, “Please, in your own words, explain the issue you are experiencing,” all I really wanted was a person. But to no avail. Instead I was walked through a useless menu until the bot reported, “I am happy that we were able to resolve your issue” and hung up on me. Seriously. The robot hung up on me! And it didn’t even fix my problem! If it makes you feel better, I eventually was able to get through to a real live person who fixed my problem. It made me feel better. But not as much as these cookies did.
Am I the only person who watches TLC? You know, that channel that pits brides against each other to compete for the best wedding, and features catty wedding parties as they go shopping for dresses at these adorable little boutiques with sassy-as-heck consultants. No? Good. Because that channel is so my guilty pleasure TV. Add in some David Tutera and you have the makings of a wonderful night of television. All of those junky shows, however, had me completely freaked out about bridesmaid dress shopping. What if it was as drama-ridden as Monte makes it out to be? Fortunately for me, I have the world’s most down to earth bridesmaids, and dress shopping was a breeze. But in case it wasn’t, I made sure I had a snack waiting for me when I got home.