'Tis the season to bake, bake, bake, and need I say it, bake. I don't know what it is about this time of year, but I instinctively have to bake during the month of December. Perhaps I was brainwashed as a child. After years of smelling cookies baking in the oven and being tempted by plates of them lying around, I firmly believe my brain has been programmed by my parents to bake, bake, bake. It's almost like therapy. I honestly relax while I whip out a batch of cookies, or two, or seven, whatever.
However, on Wednesday, the therapeutic benefits went out the window when my motorized cookie press bit the dust. There I was, cookie press full of wonderfully red tinted, almond flavored dough (one of my favorite recipes), and then...nothing. I tried everything I could think of to get it working again; changed the batteries, took it apart and cleaned out every little crevice, whacked the motor a few dozen times. I even read the directions in the manual for Pete's sake! Still nothing. It had pressed its last cookie and it was time to retire it. I sadly relinquished it into the trash and decided to get a new one.
And found a new one I did. What luck, only a couple of days before Christmas and I was able to find a cordless cookie press. Sorry, no manual presses for me, thank you, I only go high tech. The beautifully illustrated box showed an amazing assortment of cookie and dessert possiblities, and stated, "Ergonomic Design, Powerful, Easy." SOLD! I couldn't wait to try it out. It even came with a recipe booklet, so I had the opportunity to try out a new spritz cookie. I mixed up the dough, loaded my newly acquired cookie "gun," and pressed away. Huge disappointment! The box claimed "powerful." Powerful? I swear I had to let the poor thing rest after each cookie. You could actually hear it gasp between pressings. Worse yet, the cookie itself was, how shall I say it, lacking in flavor. Blah!
So, do I let this deter me from accomplishing my mission of baking until I'm committed? No way! Hey, it's only Christmas Eve. I've got at least another batch to spew out. Just ask Paul, I have yet to make the one batch he craves, poor man. He has patiently waited through the whole process. I fear if I don't make the one kind of cookie he requested (chocolate raisin with vanilla frosting and sprinkles), he'll retaliate and I will have to change all of Ian's diapers over the holidays.
2 comments:
They actually make a cookie press?? I thought that was called a spoon!
Make cookies??? You really are a Domestic Diva! Perhaps you should take the Stella approach and buy them or better yet, wait until people bring them to you. This way you don't have to shop, cook or clean up! :o)
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