Cookies….dunk or not….
When I was a kid, my favorite thing that I remember was going to Grandma’s house and fresh-baked cookies. Chocolate chip were my favorite.
As I have grown older, I’ve made cookies. I made cookies for my kids, and I actually have never bought cookies at the store. To me, it was always cheaper to buy the sugar and flour and other ingredients, and put my time and love into them.
When the Electrician was on the road, I made a double batch of cookies every Sunday afternoon, and he took them to his crew on Mondays. They all loved the cookies, because it was like a little piece of home for guys that did not get to go home on the weekends.
Since he’s been home, I still make the cookies, whenever we run out, I make more. It’s funny because the Electrician is kinda hordish with his cookies. If the kids are coming over, he hides them. But, unfortunately for him, they know where he hides them and they find them and eat their share.
I know this simply for the fact, the other day I got a call at the Farmer’s and the kids had been by the house, and the Electrician told me, Cam-man had 2 cookies, the Nursing Student had 3 and the Fisher dude had 5.
It’s a heartwarming feeling to me to know that my cookies, make my family happy. The Farmer has me make him cookies usually at the first of the month, that’s when he goes to get his hair trimmed, and his Barber Kenny (BFF of the Farmer’s) get’s the 1/2 batch of the Oatmeal raisin cookies that I make.
Seeing as how we are now in the fall season though, cookies will still be made, but now I am being pestered to make my Grandma’s Apple pie. The Farmer and I can attest to how good in the tummy this pie makes you feel.
It’s funny isn’t it? Some of the best feelings in the world are associated with the foods that your parents/grandparents made that make you feel oh so special and a warm feeling inside? I am so blessed that my Grandma spent time in the kitchen with me, and taught me how to make a decent pie crust, and how to put that little bit of love into everything I make.
So, I guess my question is do you dunk your cookies in milk? The Electrician likes to crumble them up into his ice cream, the Farmer just eats them, the kids will sometimes dunk them.
Forgive me for being silly tonite…K?
Old age…..
Like it or not old age is where we are heading. Memories are what we have, like it or not.
Memories, giving birth to 2 beautiful boys, and adopting 3 others…..
Memories, of sitting with my Grandma, and the smell of chocolate chip cookies.
Memories of, being a kid in the summer time, spending half of my summer with one Grandma, and the other half of the summer with the other Grandma.
Memories of, stepping out into the world on my own for the first time.
Memories of being in the Air Force and all the duties it entailed and embracing it with all of me.
Memories of people I cared about passing on, and the hurt and sadness I felt.
Memories of being Daddy’s girl and going for a boat ride on the Mississippi.
Memories of the first drink I ever drank with the Farmer watching over me.
Memories of flying on an airplane by myself for the first time (I earned my wings!).
Memories, of my childhood, which was pretty cool, I had a bike and was allowed to travel all over as long as I was home by the time the street lights came on.
Memories of, the first time I travelled the train to London by myself , and being allowed to explore the city, not as a tourist, but as a young girl who lived there.
Memories of, being a young wife and mother and watching when MTV came on the air…
Memories of, moving to Illinois and finding the love of my life.
Memories of, holding the Grand baby for the first time.
Memories of, that first cruise I went on.
Memories of, life before Momma was diagnosed with Parkinson’s.
Memories of, life AFTER Momma was diagnosed with Parkinson’s.
Falls, cookies, and tuna.
Some people wake up to Alarm clocks, and other stuff, this morning I was woken up by the phone. It was still dark outside so I knew it was early. I answered it and this is what the conversation was “Hello” “Joanne, it’s your Dad”, “Hi” “I need you to get over here as soon as possible and help, your Mom’s on the floor”. “Okay, let me get dressed and I’ll be right there”.
So, I did what every good daughter does, fly outta the house in my p.j’s with my tennis shoes and get outside and realize damn, it’s cold. I make the trip over and arrive and sure enough my Mom is on the floor. “Uh…Mom what are you doing on the floor and how long have you been here?” “The squirrel in the window was bothering me, and I don’t know how long I’ve been here.” Between the Farmer and I, we got her back onto the bed and then assessed the damage. Well, she is going to have a Shiner on her eye, and she has rug burns on her cheek, and while it looks bad, it’s really not as bad as it could have been.
We are not really sure why she got up in the middle of the night, it has been about 3 months since the last time she attempted to get up. But…we did some research and found this Ez adjust bed rail. EZ Adjust Bed Rail by Standers
Which will be delivered on Thursday. This outta keep her butt in bed.
After the ordeal of everything, my Mom was in pretty good spirits and drank some coffee, I got her cleaned up and dressed and made it out to her power lift chair with only a couple of warbles. Although, she did try to do some negotiating with me. As in, “you know, that was kind of hard to spend the night on the floor, so I think you should make me some chocolate chip cookies to make me feel better.” uh…ok…. So, I whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies and then the Farmer got in on the act….. “uh, Joanne I really liked the tuna casserole thingy that you made and I could sure eat one for dinner to make ME feel better after being stressed and upset over your Mom”…uh ok…..
So, I fixed both of them up good, I made a double batch of cookies and froze half the dough and there are 4 tuna casserole thingy’s in the freezer, right along side those cookies.
And me? Yes, I was stressed, yes I was upset. But I actually surprised myself today, because I am ok! I spent the afternoon getting the skunk stripe out of my hair and am now a nice new shade of auburn, the Electrician and I had leftover green chili chicken enchilada’s for dinner and I am in my “comfy” clothes getting ready to watch the Walton’s.
Today, while it may not have started out the way any of us wanted it to, has been a really good day. My Mom survived and has promised not to get out of bed tonite, she got chocolate chip cookies, the Farmer got a tuna casserole thingy for dinner and I…well, I have the satisfaction of knowing today I made a difference.
