Friday, April 10, 2015

If you give a kid a cookie . . .

This year, we've instituted a weekly "Girls Night".  Just about every Friday evening, my two local daughters have come over to the home to play cards, or we've gone out to restaurants (rarely, because they know that's not my usual style), or we've gone to plays or such on campus.

The boys at first pretended to be jealous of this, so I offered them a "Boys Night" every Tuesday with me (the night their dad works late at his office 81 miles away), and that satisfied them -- although in practice, they've usually totally ignored me so they could go play with their own friends or their own cell-phone games.  (Alone time for me!!  YeSS!!!)   But I kept Tuesday nights listed as "Boys Night" in my calendar, and so one week in February when J-son actually suggested an activity we ought to do together, I had the time already set aside and ready to share. 

He said, "We ought to make Jolly Rancher Cookies!".  I think he totally expected me to say "no", because, well, c'mon:  Sugar.  Commercially bought candy.  And it's candy wrapped in Trash, at that.  Definitely not a standard Miser Mom activity. 

But people are more important than things, and since this was the first real date night that either of the boys had asked for, I floored J-son by saying "yes".

Hence, we did cooking that began with pulling trash off of commercially-bought sugar candy, followed by exuberant use of a mallet.  Shouldn't all cooking begin with whacking the heck out of something?
We used (of course) canning rings as our cookie cutters, and then we used an apple corer to cut the holes in the dough where the crushed candy would go.
The effect in the end was almost Easter-Eggy.  If I'd had more time earlier this April, I totally would have done this again to add Easter-Egg Cookies to the kid's baskets.
The boys were entranced, delighted, proud.  They took photographs of their own.
We even made a special cookie just for the master chef whose idea this was -- J-son himself.

And when it was all done, they said, "We should do this again!".

But I guess it's enough to know they can have me if they want me; that's all that really mattered.  Since then, video games and friends seem to have a stronger pull once again.  So I get my Alone Time back, mixed together with some really sweet memories.  


  1. My sister also enjoys putting her helper cooks on rubber-mallet duty. Especially the reluctant male helpers. Too bad I can't remember anything she uses rubber mallets for except graham cracker crusts.

    1. Oh, J-son used to use the rubber mallet on his bike, to "fix" it. I do not recommend that, though. No, quite the opposite.

      Rubber mallets can be used for certain kinds of stuffed chicken breast as well, I hear. We haven't tried that ourselves. -MM

    2. Heh, it looks and sounds just like fixing a bike (at least from far away)!

      Right, I've heard that about stuffed chicken as well. And also not tried it!

      Hmm, turning ice into crushed ice. Oh, I do like to break up ramen noodles before cooking them. I don't have a rubber mallet, so I just pound the package lightly with my rolling pin.