If you’ve visited my blog only a handful of times you probably still know how madly in love I am with sweets and particularly baking. I’ve always loved sweet things…I have a killer sweet tooth, but have not always been a baker. I was talking to my cousin Rebecca a while back and she made the statement that she thought my baking was a coping mechanism. And I think she is absolutely right. I started baking after Mom died. It was this weird quirky coping mechanism and like a strange form of therapy. I also quickly realized I could not keep all these baked goods around because I would indeed eat them all, so we gave them away. I decided baked goods could change the world. Who doesn’t like a surprise cookie?!?!?
So my heart has been pulled and worried and overwhelmed and straight up sad lately and in turn we bake. The big kids love to help, but yesterday it was just me and Amon. He has always had a thing for my kitchen aid mixer and might have been busted swiping a taste test from around the upper edge.
We tried two new recipes: Mini Berry Tarts and Oreo Cheesecake Cookies and both are awesome. Totally ones I will make again and again. You should make them both. Like right now. Josh Kelley is not a big sweets guy, but he kind of gushed over these. Made my day that he liked them so much.
After school we bought some cheap tupperware at Dollar General and packaged up treats. Then we did some delivering…neighbors, friends and even today our Wednesday speech therapist is getting a little extra “Hey, thank you for your hard work.”
Side Note: While making a delivery to one of our neighbors Hudson decided to stay inside with Amon while Sol, Harper and I ran across the street. As I was standing on our neighbors porch knocking on their door I saw Amon emerge from the house onto our front porch. Before I get emails about what an irresponsible Mom I am 🙂 Amon was still on our porch and he would have had to come down all the stairs and through our yard before reaching the street and I was watching him. But as I am standing there I did yell at the top of my lungs, “Amon! Amon get back in that house.” (imagine with a southern accent because I have one) And our neighbors never answered the door. So maybe don’t yell like a crazy person at your toddler across the street while standing on your neighbors front porch trying to deliver baked goods. Sorry Zandrea if I scared you and sounded completely insane. End Side Note
Now go and bake. Or even buy some baked goods. And then share them. Or just write someone a note. Tell someone you appreciate them or their hard work. Keep your eyes open and look for those people who could use a pick me up. Just this morning in the car rider line at school I thought, “Bless these teachers who do car rider line every.single.day. They are easily earning more jewels for their crown. They need a cookie.”
Happy Wednesday!
Oh, you do make me laugh! And I did need to laugh! Thank you!
I love this. Using something simple to show kindness!
I too am a baker. I love it, everything about it. I never thought about it as a coping mechanism, but that is brilliant! I love the smile it brings to my family or friends when you share. Nothing makes me happier than turning on some old Frank Sinatra tunes, putting on my apron, and baking something amazing!
I love that you made these treats to give away, and what a sweetie there snuggled in next to the mixer!