TWD: molasses cookies
I like to think of myself as a kind, generous, giving person, but if I am really, truly honest with myself, I am forced to admit the horrible untruth of it.
In college, I was not the one who made a cake every Halloween for the masses. I was not the one who baked delicious bread to share nor the one who built kites for everyone to play with. I like to think of myself as giving, but I was not the one who gave us a pre-finals fondu night nor the one who brought the movies for Friday night or hosted the parties.
If I look back upon myself with complete and brutal honesty, I realize that I have a lot to learn in the ‘giving’ department. Sometimes, I like to think that since I have started baking I have become more generous because I give away all sorts of desserts, yet when I look upon the facts, I see that maybe the truth is that I just bake way more than one girl should eat. So I pass it along.
But I had never, never created anything that I couldn’t at least enjoy in part. Why would I bake something that I know I won’t enjoy? It sounds just silly.
So when the November TWD selections were posted, giving us the freedom to bake in whatever order we wanted, I knew I would be skipping the molasses cookies. Molasses: ick. I’ve never liked it. (Apologies to all you molasses lovers out there.) And I knew my week for not doing the molasses cookies would be this week. A test, my first research presentation, a need to get out of the apartment and relax for a few minutes: This week I could skip.
Then I told the bf of my plans not to do the molasses cookies and try though he might to hide his disappointment, the disappointment showed through. But it wasn’t until he sincerely muttered those fateful words “No, don’t do it. I’m sure I don’t need the sugar anyways…” that I was hooked. I mean, how could you turn that down? Well, and then Caitlin and Nancy conned me into it via twitter…
And, of course, the cookies were decent. (Yes, I tasted them, of course.) The aftertaste tasted terribly of molasses and required a chaser of apple cider, but the cookies themselves were not horrible. Trust me, coming from me, that’s saying something. The bf, of course, loved them.
Sometimes all it takes to jump start a new behavior trend is one simple act. A simple act and a brutal evaluation. It may sound silly, but for me these molasses cookies now symbolize the spirit of giving, the spirit of thinking of others first. The spirit of going out of my way to help a neighbor.
Of course, one simple act is not enough to completely change a life style. Thinking something and living it are two entirely different things. How do you show your appreciation? A treasured family pie for friends? A casserole to a family in need? Working at a soup kitchen? Playing with your children on the floor when, really, you’d rather take a nap?
Molasses cookies. It’s the new slang for stopping to see the difference I can make.