Max & Aaron
Today we are looking at your future. It has become clear that the job we thought we were doing well needs an overhaul. I am just one person and for too long I have used that justification to not get involved, or comment on the sidelines as a spectator. The truth is I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll say or do the wrong thing and then I’ll have to be accountable for that. Well, that’s what being an adult is…being responsible for what I do (or don’t do) and for what I say.
Today I take a stand: I am accountable for your future. What I do belongs to you, your friends and your future. This is not to say I won’t benefit from what I do for I believe you want happy, healthy parents. I promise to think of you first before I make any decisions. Before I buy that dress, I’ll think of you; before I throw out that glass bottle in the garbage can, I’ll think of you. I’ll think of you and ask myself – is there some better decision I could be making right now? It is only by paying attention to the meta moments in life that I have any hope of impacting the massive world out in front of me so that you both have a world you’ll want to raise your grandchildren in.
I love you both more than you will ever be able to imagine, until you have children of your own. I will do what I can to make sure you get that chance.
Here’s to the future – here’s to your future.
Some of you who’ve been following me on Twitter or Facebook may have noticed a fair amount of recent commentary on my postings surrounding a certain signature cookie that has come to define my greater moments as a mother. Yes I am a mom who’s identity as such is partially linked to the making and sharing of Snickerdoodle cookies. Just to show I’m a generous person who likes to pay it forward when she can, I am posting my own personal recipe here for you wonderful people to make, eat and share this holiday season. I composed this for a PTA cookbook some years back when my first born was in elementary school.
A favorite childhood memory of mine was baking Snickerdoodles with Carrie, a wonderful woman who helped take care of my family when I was a little girl. I loved to mix everything together and roll the dough balls in cinnamon sugar. Carrie always cleaned up after me, God bless her soul. Now my sons, Max & Aaron, love to help mix everything together and roll the dough balls in cinnamon sugar just as I did. It is my turn to do the clean up and I think of Carrie every time I do. Her memory is certainly a blessing to me. Oh, and the cookies are by far the best around. Each one is crisp on the edges and soft on the inside with a perfect balance of flavors that leave an indelible mark of deliciousness on the taste buds.
Note: I always find that cookies come out best when mixed from scratch by hand. All that work manufactures a secret ingredient you can’t buy in any store – love.
1 Cup (two sticks) of sweet, unsalted butter – room temperature
1 ½ Cups Sugar
2 Eggs – also room temperature
2 Teaspoons Vanilla Extract
2 ¾ Cups All-purpose Flour
3 Tablespoons Double-acting Baking Powder
¼ Teaspoon Salt
2 Extra Tablespoons of Sugar Mixed with 2 Teaspoons of Cinnamon – set aside for later
Two kitchen bowls
Two stirring spoons
The requisite measuring devises
Two standard baking pans
One three-pronged fork
Two or three ramekin bowls
At least one enthusiastic helper for you to clean up for afterwards
Preheat your oven to 400° F.
Put the eggs in a bowl of warm water if they are cold to bring them to room temp.
Cream together the butter and 1 ½ Cups of sugar until they are light and fluffy.
Add the eggs and vanilla to the butter/sugar fluff (I always allow the vanilla to overflow a bit as I’m pouring – yum) stir well but don’t overdo it.
In a separate bowl combine the flour with the double-acting baking powder and salt. Be sure there are no clumps of baking powder, it can tend to stick together.
Incorporate the dry ingredients with the wet. You will quickly end up having to kneed the cookie dough with the back of your spoon as it gets rather stiff but don’t worry, it doesn’t take too much to get it mixed together well.
In a small bowl or ramekin, combine the additional sugar and cinnamon. Prepare two or even three ramekins so your enthusiastic onlookers can join in on the fun. (note: be sure all help wash their hands thoroughly before the next step.)
Pull a small amount of dough and quickly roll it into a ball. Drop it into one of the ramekins and swirl the ball around until it is well coated with the cinnamon sugar. Place the prepared dough ball on an ungreased baking tray and repeat until the tray is full of little round Snickerdoodle dough balls, generally four across.
With a fork (I like to use the three pronged fork my mother gave me for my 35th birthday) gently push the dough balls down into a 1” disk.
Bake for 8 to 10 minutes and remove immediately from the baking tray as you don’t want them over cooked.
Tell your kitchen help to wait an excruciating five minutes before sampling.
Enjoy and share with your neighbors, co workers, PTA volunteers and local grocery clerks; they’re people too.
Marianna Mott Newirth
New York City 2004
Editor’s note: this recipe is culled from a wide array of suggestions posted on line, jotted down in old note books and pulled from childhood memory. Like the great chocolate chip cookie fiasco on line a few years ago I cite this information as Public Domain and available for all to use and enjoy.
I have been – what’s the saying – LIKE TOTALLY OUT OF IT FOR, LIKE, EVER! Sorry folks. I had to unplug for a good long time and concentrate on things like finishing my masters thesis, keeping a job and seeing my son through to Bar Mitzvah! and by that time did I need a break! Jeeeze.
Did I mention keeping the 6 year old and the husband clothed, fed and happy
Their happiness is their business but the rest is kind of up to me. I love them even though they rarely pick up the shit that gets strewn all over the apartment.
Did I also mention that on my birthday – May 25th – I THREW OUT THE LAST SECTION OF MY BELOVED, LOATHED SECTIONAL COUCH! I was hell bent for cleansing on my 44th birthday and the couch eviction started a five hour cleaning jag that scared the pants off of my entire family. :))
So, yes, my reputation is blown and I have to start all over again but here I am with a Master’s degree in Media studies in one hand, a full fledge teen ager in my home and a job in the banking industry. Where DID I go wrong? No, really, I’m quite thankful that I still have a job. I just need to figure out where it’s gonna take me next. That is another blog entirely. I look forward to sharing that one when there’s news to share.
I just joined Twitter. Not sure what the hell it’s all about but I’ve lost my verginitwitter (tee hee) look me up MMN104. I am using a photo of Diana Rigg as Mrs. Peel…I love her! Want to be her when I finally grow up. Just can’t get my hands or head wraped around wielding a gun.
And just for the record so I can add this to my tag line. I am a 44 year old white woman with children who is most definitely NOT convinced that Sarah Palin is the next great step for feminism. She’s the way back to the dark ages!
WAY MORE on that later. I’m working up an op ed piece just you wait! As soon as I stop being so angry at her.
That’s it – thanks for coming back. My life is shifting in interesting ways and I will be happy to share it more often…if you want to keep reading.