Starting a Tradition

I am not a big cook. For some reason, cooking stresses me out. (I believe it's the timing required to have it all come together at the same moment.) I have a few dishes that I make, but Brad does the majority of the creative meals around here. I do, however, love to bake. It brings out the domestic diva in me.......okay, so there's not too much domestic in me, but I can dream. I put on my apron, and after I get a few whiffs of that flour, I feel a little "Donna Reed" come over me.

Growing up, I remember my mom always making homemade chocolate chip cookies. We didn't do slice and bake. It was always the real deal at our house. I remember the metal bowl and the spoon with the wooden handle. I remember the big mixer and the perfectly golden (buttery!) cookies fresh from the oven.

Now that I have Emily, I want to pass on that same cookie making tradition to her. I know she won't grow up and remember all the fabulous dinners I had on the table each night, but I do want her to remember all the fun we had baking up yummy sweets together.

We began our chocolate chip cookie tradition on July 2nd, and I believe we're going to have many great baking sessions ahead of us! I think my girl appreciates that homemade taste as much as I do!

Telling Daddy about the COOKIES!

She was a BIG fan of the chocolate chips!
I gave her a few to take to Brad, and I watched her turn around,
shove them in her mouth, then turn back to me and ask for more....
for "Dad-dy" she said! ;0)

What a busy night! Starting traditions wears me out!