What Happens When You Stop?

  Maybe if you stop moving and doing what you’re doing, you’ll feel deflated like this sad looking Santa Clause.
I didn’t like seeing Santa face down on the grass, defeated and unplugged and I don’t want to feel like him either, during this busy finals and holiday season.

So I’m going to keep breathing and exercising and cooking and moving forward and doing what I’m doing, without complaining. Full speed, ahead! 

When the season is done, then I’ll stop and deflate, but not now.

And you? Are you keeping your spirits up?  Breathe in, breathe out. We’ve got this. 

nAMaste

Imperfectly Imperfect

  
Yep. They were imperfect from the very beginning and I didn’t really even want to make them anyway. Can you tell?  They were miscolored, slightly browned, kinda dry and not too sweet. Want one? 

Charlie wanted to make cookies this weekend. We found a recipe and refrigerated the dough for 4++hours, but we didn’t add the peppermint extract, thinking they would be better as sugar cookies.

The first thing that went wrong was that we didn’t have red dye. Neon pinkish purple is a good, secondary option, right?

Next, Charlie didn’t want to follow instructions for rolling them out and used his own methods, that frustrated me as we had thin ones and thick ones on the same tray.

Eventually we got tired with the baking process and started making flat, circle shapes with the left over dough, that were easier and quicker to make.

Charlie eventually walked away and I was left to finish the task and to wash the dishes.  I got the short end of the stick, I think.

He kept coming back to taste samples again and again and seemed to enjoy the final product, claiming he had homework to do. Maybe they’re perfectly imperfect after all. Jeff enjoyed them when he came home from work, but maybe he was just being nice.

Thank you to all who bake during the holiday season and share your treats. I have such respect for you!

nAMaste