Sometimes, you just have to bake cookies. I don’t know why the urge came over me, but tonight I got out the butter, sugar, flour, and baked peanut butter cookies, straight from the red-checkered Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook to you. Well, to me, actually.
It seems as if lately, aside from pie crusts, I’ve only tried out new recipes. Experimentation is fun and exciting, but there’s something very satisfying about getting out an old recipe that you had growing up and revisiting it. It’s a distinct bonus when it turns out as delicious as you remember!
Perhaps I’ll have to acquire some spelt and make the all spelt Chocolate Chippers that we developed when Dad was going through his no flour phase. Hmm, it’s hard to beat the classics.
Yes, it’s that time again. I know it’s cliche, but if I don’t make grand plans now, when will I? I want 2009 to be my year. All of us our year, really.
My life is in a time of transition, and I am busy sorting out my map, compass, and hiking boots. (Still working on the transportation for now.) Being who I am, I am setting sail in a very small boat into a wide uncharted ocean (as well as mixing my metaphors) and it is forcing me to re-invent myself on all levels. As a book I read when I was younger says, “A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from safe port.” And I am driven onward.
What, then, do I want to do in this year? To become? To achieve?
- Start my own business.
- Make money online.
- Plant vegetables, flowers, and window boxes (successfully).
- Overcome the things that hold me back the most in my life.
- Volunteer (though maybe not in the very immediate future).
- Help make the family company prosper greatly.
- Save 3 months living expenses by the end of the year.
- Really know God. (And ‘be being’ transformed and renewed.)
- Get all the fish sewn for my quilt project.
- I’d say conquer my pride, but that is a rather hubris-like declaration.
- Finish decorating my living space so that it is relaxing and rejuvenating.
- And, oh, I nearly forgot: Learn German! (Class, this is your substitute teacher, Sister Rosetta Stone…)