C is for Cookie

That's good enough for me.

We have a daily cookie exchange going on here at work this week and next.  12 of us signed up to participate, which means that for 10 days we get cookies delivered to our desk and one day that we have to bring cookies for everyone.  This of course means that I am consuming 3-6 cookies every day.  Why, you ask?  Because they are on my desk.  And they are delicious.  AND because I haven't been to the grocery store in a while and my lunches have been, shall we say, lacking.  So I'm making up for the nutritional disappointment by nibbling on cookies.

You always THINK that you will eat just one cookie and put the rest away for later.  But suddenly you discover that it is later, and you want another cookie.  And you will get more tomorrow, so you go ahead and eat another.  Or several.

I haven't decided what I will bring for my contribution.  I'd like to bring one of mom's great traditional Christmas treats, like spritz or even peanut brittle.  But alas, I am rubbish at both of those recipes.  They have never turned out.  Mom made them look so easy, and I ultimately end up with a glob of inedible goo.

Some of those things I wish I had really hammered out with her. 

Here are some other things that I wish I could ask my mom:
How did you keep from getting any wrinkles on your forehead?
What did you really think of grandma and grandpa (dad's parents)?  Did you get along for real, or were you just so sweet and patient that it SEEMED like you were always happy to see them?
What kind of dryer sheets did you buy?  My clothes have never EVER smelled as awesome as they did whenever I brought them home to do laundry back in the day.
What was the best present you ever got?
Did you like staying home with us for a while when we were kids?  Or were you like "Get me the freak back to WORK!"?
Will you show me how to knit?
Will you show me how to sew a French seam?
Will you tell me how to make the spritz cookies so that they don't fall apart or get too tough?
How do you know when the peanut brittle base is cooked enough?
Did you ever secretly with you could sing the Messiah solo in church more often?

Do you get to celebrate Christmas in heaven?  Birthdays? 

Anyway, just some things that I have been ruminating over lately.  If I could get on my soapbox for a second here and issue a Public Service Announcement:  Ask your mom.  No, really, make a list and ask her.  You'll probably have many more years to find out the answers, but start asking now.  Wrap up the answers around you like a warm blanket.  Write them down.  MAKE the cookies with her.  Drag out the knitting needles and sit with her.  Thank her.

Thank you.  That is all.