My Therapy

It's always been my favorite pastime. My old standby for feeling good. Making cookies. Why buy cookies when you can make them? I don't know that it's really the taste difference that sways me to bake my own cookies. I think it's really cookie therapy. It reminds me of good times in my life. I always made cookies as a kid. Of course everyone in the family was happy when I made cookies. when I was about 10 years old and up, my little brother and sister and I would play "Target Practice." Which consisted of them sitting at the other end of the table and opening their mouths, and I'd try to throw balls of cookie dough in them. Sometimes, (unknown to my mother, until she reads this blog) they would stand at the bottom of the stairs in the basement, and I'd be upstairs aiming for their open mouths.

I especially enjoyed making cookies in college. One day my roommates and I were coming up with impersonations of each other, and mine was talking on the phone and making stirring motions of mixing up cookies. Not to mention, cookie dough was a major staple of my college diet. There was always some in the fridge to eat, and I wasn't the only on in the dorm room enjoying it.

I love making cookies still, now that I'm a mom. I even crave it. sure, I love the cookie dough and the baked cookies. But more so I crave the process. I enjoy that Leah is old enough to enjoy making them with me. But I'd rather wait till she's gone or busy, so I can sneak and make them by myself. I suppose we're all entitled to a soothing activity to relax ourselves, and mine is cookie therapy.