Do yourself a favor and send your mom this video–I guarantee she’ll love it. I know mine did.
My mom is a saint for many, many reasons.
The biggest reason is the sheer fact that she’s put up with me for over two decades, which is a pretty amazing feat in itself.
You might recognize this recipe because I’ve posted something very similar here before, but there’s a story behind this necessary redundancy on Mother’s Day!
My mom is very particular about her cookies; you might call her a bit of a CCC connoisseur. She is the best mom imaginable and unimaginable, but she doesn’t sugarcoat anything, not my life performance and certainly not my baking. Growing up, there was none of that “Oh good job, honey, you did a great job!” some kids heard after their soccer game. No, it was always, “What happened to the last points you missed?” or, to other parents, “I wish my daughter could be more like your daughter–so smart, so responsible!”
My old college roommate was absolutely shocked the first time she heard about this. “What do you mean, your parents don’t praise you for the work you do?” she asked me when I told her, unfazed and laughing, that my dad had just called and said that English majors really are bleak creatures with downright morbid economic futures.
To be fair, I totally agree with him. Us academics are part of a sort of masochistic trade.
Most recently, the part of my achieving life in which my mom has become most involved has been (unsurprisingly) my baking. Continue reading