A big “Immaculate” weekend: I had a dinner party to go to on Friday night, so I rolled some Gingerbread Spice Dough in sugar, and baked off a few dozen.
When I arrived at the host’s door with warm cookies, I was ushered in. I’m always torn – do I pass them off as my own or sing the praises of Immaculate? I did the latter – too good to keep a secret . . . Many of us here in the Boston office spent one or both days this weekend baking cookies at the local Whole Foods Markets. I did my stint on Saturday in Swampscott. I get the pity look when my friends hear I have to “work” on the weekends, but it’s not really a chore. If you think about it, we’re baking cookies. And who doesn’t like a cookie? So there’s frazzled shoppers taking a break for buttermilk biscuits, and the employees in the store come by for Chocolate Peppermint after their shifts. A while back, a friend told me that his favorite job had been a summer when he delivered flowers. “Everyone loves getting flowers, so they are happy to see you.” Well, people seem to like the cookie bakers as well.
Happy Baking . . .