It was a Tuesday in November, the rain was coming down sideways, and my seven-year-old had already asked me “what can we do?” approximately forty-seven times before 10 a.m. So I did what any reasonable cookie-obsessed parent would do — I handed him an apron and said, “We’re making thumbprint cookies.” What followed was one … Read more
I want to tell you about the Saturday morning I accidentally dyed four children’s hands completely purple and somehow ended up with the best tradition our family has ever started. That was eight months ago, and our kids cookie club baking sessions have been going strong every single weekend since. I had absolutely no idea … Read more
I almost cancelled the whole thing the night before. It was 10 p.m., I had a double batch of sugar cookie dough chilling in the fridge, and I had just discovered — in absolute horror — that I’d forgotten to buy any powdered sugar. Zero. None. For the royal icing. For a cookie decorating party … Read more
The day my six-year-old decided she was going to bake cookies “all by herself, Mom, stop helping” was the day I learned that a full cup of salt looks almost identical to a full cup of sugar when you’re in a hurry and your measuring cups are buried under a pile of sprinkles. The resulting … Read more
I had flour on my ceiling before 9 a.m. I want you to sit with that for a moment. The ceiling. I still do not fully understand the physics of how it happened, but I have my four-year-old, Maisie, to thank — and honestly, I would not trade that Saturday morning for anything in the … Read more
