So What If I Don’t Do It Like Everyone Else Does.

Today was one of those days where if I had a plan it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I wanted to detail my car, do laundry, bake cookies, and work on my actually work (a magazine layout)… Well, I decided the car could wait, and started baking after the normal mourning routine. Ive had some dried cranberries begging to be put into cookies for a little while so I hopped to it. That’s where the plan went to all hell and back. Like Whiley Coyote, I hit a brick wall that I didn’t know wasn’t there two seconds ago.

Luckily the cookies came out unharmed.

Cranberry-White Chocolate Chip Cookies from Southern Living

• 2 1/2 cup flour
• 1 teas baking powder
• 1/4 teas salt
• 1/8 teas baking soda
• 1/2 cup butter
• 1 1/3 cup sugar
• 2 eggs
• 1 1/2 cup white chocolate chips
• 6 ounces of dried sweetened cranberries

Combine flour and next three ingredients.

Beat butter, until creamy. Mix in sugar gradually, and add eggs one at a time, beating after each one.

Stir in the flour mixture slowly, beating until blended. Throw in the white chocolate chips and cranberries for a quick stir.

Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes. They stay a light color on the top, so dont be fooled, check the bottoms for light brown color for doneness.

*I use an ice cream scoop to place the cookies on the sheet. Uber handy and less mess.

My mother was a strong woman. Things weren’t right by us, and I can’t change that, but she was one hell of a woman. She went where she wanted and waited for no one. The choices she ultimately made to get where she went we’re her own. I don’t have the same strength that she had, but the feeling to throw things in the back of the car and see where the day takes me has been something she left me that I have fought off more then once. My mother didn’t leave me with much in the way of tangible items when she left, but what she left me was my attitude (both the good and bad of it), and for that I thank her.

Nothing else got accomplished today that was on my to-do list. A whole other issue presented itself, and with a little coaxing from a no- so-outside observer and the “you only live once attitude” I took on the rest of my day. The car can always get washes some other time…

I don’t know what that means for tomorrow, and I’m ok with that. Life is too short to not go down trying. Thanks for teaching me that, Mom.