C is for cookie

I had an idea for something to write, but I can't remember it now.  Maybe it was brilliant.  I'll wait around to see if it comes back to me.

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Nothing yet.

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This weekend is the first truly cold weekend we've had in some time, and surprisingly, I'm not 100% miserable.  I even went running* this morning.  No wind at all--still, overcast, and cold--it felt like Christmas.  

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Speaking of Christmas, I'm very well-prepared this year.  Ahead of schedule, in fact.  But next weekend is cookie-making weekend, and I'm not looking forward to it AT ALL.  The handful of readers of this blog might remember that I shared my feelings about Christmas cookie baking here, and about baking in general here.

Some people, I'm sure, look forward to baking Christmas cookies.  Some people treasure the pre-Christmas cookie-baking ritual.  Some people, I'm given to understand, even bake cookies for non-Christmas occasions, just because they like cookies; and apparently, they don't know how else to obtain them.

I told my 15-year-old son that I might take a picture of in-progress cookie-baking, and post it on Instagram-- hashtag #cookietimemotherfuckers. He says that that would be "cringey."

"What about #bitchbetterhavemycookies?"

"MOM."

Well, I thought it was funny.

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I still didn't remember the idea, but I have a better one now, and I wrote it down, so I won't forget it.  It's a non-blog idea, but I'll be back here sometime next week.  Maybe I'll live-blog cookie day. #ormaybethecookieswilljustbakethemselves.

* In the interests of full disclosure, "Running" = "Walking interspersed with jogging in short, uneven bursts."