I have a sort of amazing story to relate. Those of you who know me well will quickly see just how incredible this moment was. While it doesn't have anything to do directly with skating, or being a Momzilla, I do believe that it is an important marker in my metamorphosis into...well...that remains to be seen.
In any case, a few nights ago I had scheduled a meeting to be held at my home after the kids went to sleep. Being a Jewish mother, it is important to me that food is present at all gatherings of one or more persons. So I planned to pick up cookies or something on the way home from the kids' skating lessons. (Aha. I knew skating would fit in somehow.) Unfortunately, by the time we were heading home, my two-year old was asleep in her carseat. Given how poorly she responds to being awakened from a nap, I decided to forgo the stop.
I phoned my husband to ask him to pick up something. He was, understandably, wiped after his 14-hour day and wanted to come straight home. Here were his words: "If you want cookies, why don't you make some."
So I did. I hope no one accidentally fell off their chairs in surprise and horror.
Doing my best imitation of a 1960's television housewife, I literally whipped up a batch of peanut butter cookies. I used gluten-free buckwheat flour in a nod to those of us Type A's who have read Eat Right 4 Your Type. It gets better. I even found two different kinds of Hershey's Kisses to stick in the tops of the cookies and presented them with a modicum of artistry on a glass platter.
I must say, it was a reasonably transcendent and empowering moment when I acknowledged that I had, indeed, just "whipped up" a batch of cookies. If only I had remembered to throw on a string of pearls with my tank top and cargo shorts, the scene would have been complete. I might not have looked like Angelina Jolie, but I'll attribute that to the fact that I don't yet own a pair of aviator glasses (or Brad Pitt).
And the most astounding part? Those of you who have worked with me in a certain private practice will especially appreciate this: I cleaned the kitchen when the meeting was over.
I'm not sure where this escapade will lead. It is unlikely that I will totally eschew purchased bakery goods, particularly given the vigor with which they are promoted by Life In Style (http://www.lifeinstyle.typepad.com).
But man, look out for me at the next Momzilla bake sale. I might just whip something up.