Yesterday was the kind of day you dream about when you imagine the fun kids will bring to your life.
Alaire I both woke up early and got right to work. We pulled out my favorite baking book, The Fannie Farmer Baking Book (which I think I rescued from a family garage sale), and mixed up our cookie dough. Pastry Sous Chef Alaire, was kind enough to dump all of the ingredients into the kitchen-aid (which by the way she was fascinated by, curious about each of the attachments). After we finished mixing up the first batch of dough, we realized it wasn’t quite enough, so we started the process again to complete the second batch.
Alaire’s highlight of phase one was eating cookie dough for breakfast, which she proudly boasted to Graham when he woke up (I know this does pose a risk of salmonella, but cookie dough was one of my favorite things as a kid, okay still IS one of my favorite things, how can I deny her one of life’s tastiest treats)??!!
Anyway, we waited a long two hours for the dough to chill. Then, the fun really began!
We rolled out the dough…and I showed her how to position and press the cookie cutters. With patience being a tall order for a toddler, Alaire was cuttin’ cookies faster then I could put them on the cookie sheet resulting in some angels missing wings and trees missing branches, C’est la Vie!
While we baked our cookies, we mixed up our frosting with food coloring – she handled the frosting pigment (the yellow is really borderline orange with half the bottle coming out in one ambitious squeeze).
Next, frosting. And sprinkles. Lots and lots of sprinkles. We started off organized and steady as I coached her on sprinkle volume per cookie. But as we progressed, we let her enjoy the messy, sticky process. I will also say that Graham joined in our frosting adventures (which sparked of wave of mild irritation because he was far more Pinterest-like in his Christmas cookie designs than I)!!
With our decorating complete, Alaire and I bundled up and delivered our Christmas sweets to our neighbors. She was still talking about taking cookies to “Erinda & Dan” this morning on the way to school.
In reflection, I realize I long for more messy, sticky days with my daughter. As I cleaned up my kitchen and swept up endless sprinkles, I got a little teary thinking of a poem that hung in our house when I was growing up; it was a gift from my grandma to my mom…
Some houses try to hide the fact
That childen shelter there,
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are every where!
For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges on the doors.
I should appologize I guess
For toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read,
And if the door bell doesn’t shine
Their eyes will shine instead!
And when at times I’m freed to choose
The one job or the other,
I want to be a home maker (and a marketer, and a runner, and and and….)
But first I’ll be a mother.
No doubt, this will be a holiday tradition Alaire, (and her baby sister ;-)), and I will love year, after year, after year.
Merry Messy Christmas!