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| The Cookie Master |
I’ve never denied being wholly and
unutterably committed to enjoying the Christmas season in all its schmaltzy glory.
One of the key events of the season commenced yesterday with the traditional opening
of the Christmas cookie baking season or as it is known around our house – sore
hands time. Sore hands because I’m an unrepentant stealer of cookies and my
wife has inherited my mother’s former role of disabusing me of my absconding
ways by hitting the hand surreptitiously reaching for an unprotected cookie.
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| Best of the Christmas Cookies! |
Since it was a snowy/rainy day yesterday
she spent the entire time in the kitchen concocting the sublime mixtures that define
the season in some ways. You just cannot beat the smell of cookies baking and I
swear I put on three pounds just inhaling when I walked in from work. It was
that good. I offered to pitch in and help (yes, I had ulterior motives) so she
could watch the Patriots game with me later. It wasn’t much of a break for her
since she had to remain vigilant as to my maneuvers around the finished
product.
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| Favorite Son and Riggins Also Christmas Cookie-ing |
The cookie tradition is also in full bloom
up in New Hampshire where my Favorite Son is in baking mode, ably assisted by the
redoubtable Riggins. His kitchen is only partially complete in terms of
renovation so her had jury rig some counter space but the peanut butter
blossoms and sugar cookies were successfully achieved.
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| The Kazoo Twins |
We had some really funny moments with
the First Blog Reader yesterday. Wingman posted several incredibly funny videos
of their mutual adventures yesterday, everything from ball tossing to
basketball shots. The funniest however was my granddaughter and the kazoo.
Wingman, career musician that he is, is a great teacher, everything from mounting
the couch safely to playing catch and now musical instruments. She quickly
mastered the instrument, granted her expertise is limited to long blasts
quickly followed by uncontrolled laughter at the sound she produced, but it’s a
start.
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| She Loves her Daddy |
During our nightly FaceTime call she
demonstrated her newly acquired prowess with the kazoo which had both her grandmother
and I howling with delight. The best part however was when she handed the kazoo
to her mother. Our daughter was still laughing so hard that she couldn’t
produce any sound. In a moment I’ll never forget our granddaughter looked at us
through the screen and shook her head in disbelief at her mother’s failure. It
was way, way too funny.
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| Mid-Beatdown |
The cookies were safely entombed in the
freezer, my wife’s final security precaution to insure they survive until Christmas,
when we sat down for a critical Patriots game against the hated Ravens from
Baltimore. The December Patriots came out and started a severe beat down which
had the kind of edge that told you this game meant something special to them.
The Ravens started the whole Deflategate fiasco and I’m more than certain Mr.
Brady had circled the date of this game when the schedule came out. He was
vintage Brady and if not for a rookie inexplicably still being allowed near
punts the game would have been a blowout. Just when the Ravens were sniffing
around a comeback though Brady stuck a dagger in their throat with a long
touchdown pass. Next week in Denver for a rematch with the team that ended the
Pats’ season last year. Crunch Time!!!!! Now can anybody tell me how long it
takes for cookies to thaw? I guess I’m just going to have to experiment!
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