No cookies today.
This is a medical appointment pause. Not mine, the husband’s.
It has taken up too much of my brain capacity. No, it’s not my appointment but there are a lot of questions that I am fielding and answering. Not to mention the nutritional consults that are unending.
We could have stopped by the hospital and picked up cookies at the store. After all, what is more no heat than other people’s kitchens heating up because of baking.
But I didn’t want to.
So I didn’t.
I have been having a bit of a thought about the viability and persistence of Cookie Thursday is a Thing.
People are either uninformed or forget when the cookies arrive. I get that new people aren’t informed and that is okay. The information trickles down, eventually. But dumping out a half full container of cookies and taking the empty container home gets old.
There isn’t a rhyme or reason as to how many cookies are eaten.
Even the experiment cookies are popular and the fudgy cocoa no bakes are not popular. It goes week by week.
So I find myself at a bit of a crossroads with CTIAT.
Until we were driving home from the appointment when I brought up the possibility of downgrading Cookie Thursday is a Thing. I said point blank to my husband that was I making cookies to comfort myself or to comfort the department. His response, while high as a kite and doped up, was “It is both. The people who need morale boosting changes every week. And don’t forget the doctors also need morale boosting.”
Huh.
Out of the mouth of someone fresh-ish out of anesthesia.
I’ve long known that the act of weekly cookie making is helpful to me, not only as a weekly appointment with my kitchen to zen out. But I believe, firmly, that is also helpful to those who just need a sweet little something. No strings, no expectations.
Other than someone eats the cookies.
I am also super excited about next month’s theme.
What is September’s theme? Shh, spoilers.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 