My husband and sons, brothers and sisters, various neighbors and kids' classmates are always anxious to see if their favorite sweet treat will make the cut and be included in the lineup for that year's cookie day. Many people have questioned my sanity, my patience, and my commitment to 8-9 different varieties. What about just making the perfect shortbread and calling it a day? The answer is that cookie day IS my sanity and helps restore my patience with the small difficulties in my life. You see, cookie day is a labor of love and it is a labor that I share with my best friend.
Cookie day has evolved into an overnight and now this year, two nights and two days of baking mania. 13 pounds of butter and 12 pounds of powdered sugar later and my friend and I divvy up the "fruits" of our labor and return to our normal mom, family, and work demands. We return to a schedule of short phone calls, squeezed in during train commutes or waiting spells in the parking lot during school pick ups. I always think that we will delve into some heartfelt, Hallmark movie type dialogue during our baking intensive. Maybe it's the effect of inhaling so much butter or tasting so much dough but what we really do, is just hang out with a dash of goofy. It's such a gift, my favorite holiday gift, to spend time with her and just relax.
So, for the person on your list who you can never find the "right" gift, I suggest a day of hang time. It's amazing to me to be with my friend and not have to watch the clock. It's a sad commentary on our over scheduled lives but I know I'm not alone. The more we work so that we can afford stuff, the more we wish we could just be with each other and relax a little. Let that be your gift. And if the family or coworkers in your life get frustrated with you being unavailable for a day or two, do what I do. Feed them cookies.