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It’s not that I don’t have enough time, it’s that I have too many ideas, see too many beautiful things that I would love to make. I guess everyone has that problem. When I think of how much beautiful fabric I buy – I should feel guilty. I don’t though – not in the least. Now that I don’t have small children, I don’t feel that I am being the least bit frivolous when I buy a bit of fabric that calls to me. And here’s why: Seeing beautiful colors or whimsical prints remind me of the good times in my life. I just ordered a bit of Michael Miller fabric with a retro-kitchen/home economics theme. When I first laid eyes on that fabric with those appliances from the 50s, I immediately was taken back to the old farmhouse on the hill where I lived when I was a little girl. I have a lot of vague recollections of that place but more so I get really good vibes when I think of that time in my life. I remember the tire swing out back – actually it may have been a wooden swing, a kind of treehouse I built in an old apple tree – the treehouse was actually just a couple pieces of old board but I could sit up there away from everyone (mainly my little brother, I suspect) and read. I remember a window at the bottom of the stairs that went into the ‘other room’. I remember a built in desk, a set of windows at the far end of the living room from which I could see into the kitchen and sometimes my mom would stand there and wave at me. I remember the mudroom and standing in the mudroom listening when my brother’s bestfriend’s mom stopped by to tell my mother that she had caught the boys swimming in a sewer. I remember the time I looked out the window after our old barn had been razed and remember feeling as if I were in a different world. I remember the time my big brother found dynamite in an old shed……..or maybe I just remember hearing about it. I could go on and on and on. But that’s what my fabric does for me – it takes me back to time that was different and sweet.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
When I was a kid - fourth or fifth grade I guess - my mom worked as an aide at the elementary school in the little town where we lived. My mom was a good cook - she doesn't think so, but she really is a good cook. She also bakes really good cookies. She's not a fancy baker but her cookies are good. Anyway, one fall she started baking for Christmas. Back in the day my mom would freeze the cookies she baked for Christmas. God help the kid who snitched cookies from the freezer! Anyway, mom baked these peanutbutter cookies but she didn't freeze them because she didn't think they turned out. She thought they were dry and burned so she put them out for us kids to eat. During this time I stayed home from school because I was sick, probably with a cold or sore throat. I can remember drinking hot tea and eating those cookies. And to this day, I don't believe I've ever had a better tasting cookie. Whatever mom did to those cookies, they were the best tea-dunking cookies ever! I probably ate two dozen of them on my own. 40+ years later, I can taste those cookies as if it were just yesterday. Even though I was sick, that cookies-and-hot-tea day is one of my best memories.
So enjoy the recipe - and if you do happen to bake them a little too long, enjoy them for their most excellent tea-dunking properties! Thanks mom!