My mom’s Christmas cookies, a rogue oven and Phoebe Buffay.

When I was a kid, my mom made the best cookies every year at Christmas time. The whole family looked forward to it. My favorite cookies were her chocolate chi0p cookies and Pinwheels. She used to stand in the kitchen for two or three days baking. I always thought she was crazy for baking that much, but now that I’m older, I understand why she did it. She took so much pleasure in watching family and friends enjoying her Christmas goodies. That meant a lot to her. And now I appreciate how hard she worked.

My mom passed away in ’08, and I just recently acquired a desire to bake, like, bake a LOT. So a few weeks ago, I went to my step dad’s house and got all my mom’s recipes. I wanted to bake my mom’s Christmas cookies this year and so that is what I did.

I’ve always been scared to bake. I’m not really sure why? I guess I thought I wasn’t going to be good at it. Maybe I didnt have the patience for it. I cook well, but baking always seemed daunting to me until recently when I wanted to cook a turkey in the oven for Thanksgiving. For me, cooking a turkey seemed like climbing Everest. But my desire to cook a turkey became bigger than my fear of cooking or baking in the oven. The turkey came out beautifully! That gave me the courage I needed to bake more.

I was so excited to have my mom’s recipes. I read all her Christmas cookie recipes, went out and got all the ingredients and planned a day of fun for the kids and for me and my 3 year old daughter to bake all day. I woke up at 4am that morning, I was that excited to bake! I preheated the oven, made a couple of food dishes for the Christmas dinner we were doing with my In-laws the following day. Then I got started on cookie dough. I made 2 different kinds of cookie dough, the next thing I know, my oven is acting all wonky! The temperature kept going up and down 50-150° difference! Oh no!! Up, down, up, down. 4 kids running, playing, arguing, doing chores, bored, hungry, more arguing, etc. Aack! I did the best I could but baking 4 kinds of cookies with a oven that wasn’t working properly, took 14 hrs! The cookies came out tasty, but very hard and crunchy. I was disappointed, after all, those cookies were going to be Christmas presents to family and friends. Needless to say, it was a trying day.

I was so anxious to get my oven fixed so I could bake more cookies. But Christmas Eve and Christmas day came and went and the parts weren’t in yet. I did the best I could with Christmas Eve dinner. Hubby finally has the part for my oven and he fixed my oven this morning! Yay! I love my handy hubby, I love how he can fix just about anything, (and not with duck tape like my dad did.) Haha! My hubby is so talented.

It’s been about 20 years since my mom made cookies. She’s been gone 8 years now. Baking (and eating) these cookies somehow makes me feel like I’m a little closer to her even though she’s far away. I wish I hadn’t been so self-absorbed as a kid, I wish I had helped her when she cooked and baked. I would really enjoy that now, but it’s too late. Regrets. I hope we get to bake in Heaven someday.

I was talking to my best friend, Amy, yesterday, telling her how much I look forward to a working oven and tasting the cookies I will make soon. I told her how gooey and soft my mom’s cookies were. She asked for the recipe. I sent a picture of my mom’s  recipe card. She text me back and said “Ok. I use the same one.”  What? I didn’t know my mom’s recipe was circulating around the world! LOL! Apparently, it’s the Nestlé Toll House recipe. Hahahaha! I felt like Phoebe Buffay in that episode of Friends, “The one with Phoebe’s cookies”.  Amy sent me this: https://youtu.be/F1ShzUEKqgc  Seriously, if I had known it was the Nestlé Toll House recipe, I would have made them a lot sooner! 😂

Without further ado, here is my mom’s,  (and Nestlé Toll House) Chocolate chip cookie recipe. You can find it here: Chocolate chip cookies

 

There you have it! My Christmas cookie adventure. The other cookie recipes I will post later.

Blessings!

He knows me better than I know myself.

How mighty and omniscient He is. Its humbling. I sit and think of how well He knows me. When He speaks to me, I’m taken aback at some of the things He says to me. “You know that about me? How did you…?” And I’m quickly reminded He knows me better than I know myself. It kind of catches me off gaurd for a second. He knows my inner most thoughts, my dreams, my hopes, my heart. He knew me even as I was being formed in my mother’s womb. (Jeremiah 1:5, Psalm 139:13) I love this about Him. It comforts me when I need Him most.

How quickly I forget how well He knows me. Yet when I am reminded, my thoughts turn to Him and how well He knows what is best for me. It is then my heart changes and I become eager to serve Him, desiring to please Him and hungry to obey Him. ❤