I haven't baked anything in quite a while. Not even at Christmas. It's been so long since I used the mixer, I had to wipe the dust off it before I could use it. I had to dig through the odds and ends catch all utensil drawer to find the beaters.
I could say it was because I was trying to eat better, but since I've been buying a box of girl scout cookies any time I'm asked, and before that I was buying a 50 count box of chocolate chip cookies (and freezing them!), that is not really the reason.
It's partly the reason, though, because there is nothing like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, with their ooey gooey goodness, and when they are still warm, I eat way more than I should. And then the next day, I eat a few with my morning coffee. And as a mid-morning snack, and a before dinner treat, and an evening treat as I watch my shows.....
The other reason is it is a lot of work. After a day of work in the office, and coming home to cook dinner and cleaning up slightly, I'm usually too tired to do much of anything. But last night the call of the cookie was so great, I baked.
I baked, my daughter sat on a chair in the kitchen, and talked, and I felt like I'd found a piece of myself that I hadn't realized I was missing. I remembered baking cookies or brownies as an after school surprise for the kids. I remembered dinners that I cooked that were only so-so and I redeemed it all by whipping up a sweet treat. I remembered making and packing up cookies for so many camping trips, starting with the very first one my husband and I adventured on as still newlyweds. I remembered drawing a chair up to the counter and having one of the kids assist me, carefully measuring flour and sugar, and having huge grins when I turned the mixer over to their small hands.
I'm not going to start baking every day, but I have promised myself I won't let months go by again. There is nothing that says love and home like a freshly baked treat!