About this time of year my mother would get down to planning her serious baking, from breads to pies and cakes to cookies, she would create her list. And then it was all about the shopping for ingredients and what had to be made last-minute versus what could keep perfectly on the counter or in the freezer. The kitchen would start to smell wonderful, but it would be filled with the sound of “not yet”, or “wait” as my small hands would try to sneak a taste of this or that.
My kitchen, this time of year, is full of big intentions and recipes laid out. THe intentions for the most part stay exactly as that…just intentions. I run out of motivation, time or courage to cook these things. I begin to remind myself there is no family for me to cook for, I don’t know where I will be and food doesn’t travel well so why bother. And each year I vow the next year will be different. There will be cookie exchanges and get togethers with friends and such. And each year, it’s the same vow without much change.
So today I pulled out the recipes, and decided rather than have intentions of making them, I should try instead to share them. That’s more or less what I can do and not have to lose motivation or courage. So this year I will send out hand written/printed recipes to friends and share the cookies that way! Each person will get a recipe chosen just for them. Well other than Beloved, who will get a list of recipes that we can make together!