Aren’t rants supposed to make us feel better? You get things off your chest and then you move on with your business? That’s what I believed, and that’s why I thought my recent mini rant about the holiday season would make me feel better. And here I am, not even a week later, still wringing my hands in frustration. I’m still attempting to wrap my brain around the reason we jam all of the fun things into one short month of the year. The holiday concerts, the family gatherings, the shopping, the baking. Yes, the baking. Which is what I was busy with yesterday in preparation for today’s (is it 18th annual?) cookie exchange with my mom friends. It’s hard to believe we’ve shared this tradition for so many years.
And so I baked our favorite cookie of the year, the chocolate malt crackle cookies. And I packaged them up for today’s exchange. And came home with 8 other varieties to sample. What a good deal. It’s one of our favorite traditions of the season, the entire family agrees, since we get to sample everyone else’s cookies.
And my only regret is that we don’t do this in July when there’s not as much going on to compete with our appreciation for the cookies. Except, who wants to bake in the summer? And who can eat a cookie in bathing suit season without guilt? Maybe I’m beginning to get this seasonal insanity, after all.