I have so many memories of baking cookies with my mom and sister. Peanut blossoms, peanut butter cookies, snickerdoodles, cutouts, and of course chocolate chip.
I hate baking. I admit it. There is nothing I enjoy about it. I hate having to be so exact with measurements, and so precise with baking times / temps. Cooking is so forgiving. You can leave out an ingredient if you don't have it, or substitute something else, or even be creative and add your own twist to the meal.
So maybe my kids won't have tons of memories of making cookies with me, but I definitely want them to be involved with cooking somehow. I have dreams of our family hanging out, talking about our how our day went, while chopping vegetables for a soup. Maybe even after we pick them from our garden. ;)
I recently agreed to a cookie exchange before entirely understanding what that meant (I had to bake 8 dozen cookies).
At least I had a helper. Thanks, Mack. We sure had fun, didn't we?!
Holiday baking memory - 2013. Check.