Are you having a “Say what?” moment? If so, you are not the only one. Well, as I mentioned yesterday, we’re having a fundraiser for breast cancer (October is breast cancer month!). I don’t know who’s idea it was, but it was decided that we (the WC) would be selling cookies and cupcakes that were shaped or looked like boobs. Most people at the WC opted for cupcakes. I decided that I would do cookies. And I’m glad I did!
I got up at a decent hour and went straight to work. My mission: to make sugar cookies. Originally the plan was to quadruple the recipe. When I saw what triple the recipe looked like in my biggest bowl I decided that would be plenty. A wise move if ever I made one. Plus, I probably nearly broke the damn spoon trying to stir it all. Nine cups of flour! NINE! And the recipe specifically told me to use a wooden spoon... Clearly tripling was not the intention otherwise, the woman who wrote the book is related to Popeye.
Still, I got the dough ready and then I had a thought. I still had to bake, decorate and pack those suckers. For about a week I’ve wanted to visit my grandmother. I haven’t because my grandfather got his personality back when he left the hospital. So I called my grandma and asked if she’d like to come over, and since I had the car, I offered to come pick her up. Well! She jumped on that! I figured out part of the reason as soon as I got to her place. My suspicions of my grandfather’s personality being back in full force were correct. He was polite, but clearly in a foul mood. I kind of hope he was pissed I was stealing my grandma for the day.
We got straight to work! I’m such a slave driver! My grandma rolled out that dough, she cut those circles and I spent my time sticking them together and rotating the use of the oven. And might I add, I have never heard so many boob jokes in my life. The cookies turned out awesome! But the real fun came with the decorating. I explained what I was thinking to my grandma who eagerly took to the concept. She did the icing and I did the finer details. This was the result.
Never have I had so much fun baking. It was so great just being there with my grandma, hanging out, talking (in French and English) and doing something we both enjoy. Plus! My grandma had some totally brilliant ideas I never would have thought of. The unexpected food hero of the day:
Yeah! I know! Completely forgot we had them. But rather than using water and food colouring, my grandma suggested we add the syrup from the cherries to the icing sugar. It colours the icing and flavours it at the same time! Never would have occurred to me.
I talked a lot about the cookies, because that’s what we did today. But at the same time, I truly appreciated the time with my grandma. I know that I’ll look back ten or twenty or thirty years from now and remember today and remember her. And that’s a gift I wasn’t expecting.
So, through and through, hooray for boob cookies! When else am I going to be able to say, ‘I have never touched so many boobs in one day’? I ate a few boobs too... they were good.
(there are 52 cookies for a total of 104 single cookies)