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Ane Speaks – food edition

I have been really working on getting my Christmas cookies made. First of all, I love making them. Second, I love giving them. Third, I love the way the house smells when I’m making them. The list goes on and on.

Yesterday’s cookie of the day was Gingerbread Bears. There’s a reason these only get made once a year, because they are painfully labor-intensive. First, the dough has to chill – and sitting in the fridge overnight is not a bad idea. Then the dough gets formed into little bears. This is achieved by rolling the dough into little two-balled snowmen, then adding ears, nose, arms and legs in dough, and then mini chocolate chip eyes and mini chocolate chip pads on the paws. Yes, I should have taken a picture, but I didn’t. Visualize, everyone!

They smell great and are very yummy. When Tad came home from school yesterday, his nose led him right to the bears. “Mama, da cookies smell ‘LICIOUS!” he cried. He sniffed to his heart’s content, and then it was time to go pick Ane up from school. I took a couple of bears along and Tad followed me out to the car like an obedient puppy. He ate his cookie on the way there. When I asked him how it was, he didn’t answer me – his mouth was too full and he was savoring it.

I gave Ane her cookie when she got in the car, and she was both surprised and delighted. “Mommy, you are the best cookie baker,” she told me.

Then she added, “And Grandma is the best bread maker, and Friend is the best dinner maker.”

“What??” I said. I don’t question that Grandma is, undeniably, a champion bread maker, and Friend is an excellent cook, but I was surprised. “I thought you liked my food!”

Ane seemed surprised that I was surprised. “Oh, your food is good, too,” she said consolingly around a mouthful of cookie.

Thanks, kid… I think.

2 Responses to “Ane Speaks – food edition”

  1. Ressis
    December 16th, 2009 08:57
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    Hey, at least you’re the best at something.

  2. Oddball
    December 16th, 2009 11:11
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    Ane’s comment is just another reason I love kids. They are like old people, there is NO FILTER on what they say. I cannot wait until mine can be turned off.