Tempers Flaring
2 Jan
It was close to 80 degrees today in Los Angeles. It appears that winter is officially over. I am also officially over these holidays. Can we all get back to school and work already please?
Unfortunately the temperatures outside weren’t the only thing rising today…tempers inside the Din household were flaring too. With all of us hanging around each other for the last ten days I’m really not that surprised we are working on each other’s last nerve.
I decided to put on a happy face and took Maya to the park to kick around a soccer ball. But it was SO hot that we were both in a bad mood by the time we came home. But in keeping with my 2010 goals I was determined to be patient with her. So I warded off an argument by pulling out the cute Christmas gift my mom gave her – a pink silpat, rolling-pin, and cookbook. I figured that anything that involved 2 sticks of butter and a ton of sugar would put Maya in a good mood.
With our good humor on it’s way to being restored I let Maya choose a recipe. She decided on Cutout cookies, so Cutout Cookies it was.
It seemed easy enough. Cream the butter, sugar, vanilla, and add the sifted flour and salt. Things started out well and I was patting myself on the back for not only being patient but also bonding with Maya (another 2010 goal).
But then things went from bad to worse fairly quickly when none of our cookies looked remotely like the cookie cutters we were using. For some reason the dough kept breaking and half of it ended up on the floor. It didn’t help that this little kid kept taunting us with his tray of perfect cookies:
“Our cookies don’t look like his Mama.” Thank you Captain Obvious.
So I took a deep breath and decided to make lemons out of lemonade. We tossed the cookie cutters aside and decided to make Thumbprint Cookies instead.
I thanked my lucky stars that these looked decent enough to serve to Ali’s cousins for afternoon tea. We also served some samosas, Indian parathas, and crudite.
I also whipped up some hummus but it ended up being kind of a disaster. I served it anyway.
Afterward our guests left we entertained ourselves by fencing with golf clubs, a backwards apron, and some mittens.
Monday…is it Monday yet?
