watch out, julia child

“making cookies is the best ever!” declared krista, spotted with dough as sticky and dark as mud but a whole lot yummier. i agree. and i can’t believe how much she actually helped — faithfully breaking up every clump of butter, scraping extra dough from the spoon before plopping each unbaked cookie onto the baking sheet, gingerly touching their tops to see if they were firm enough yet after they’d cooled a few minutes out of the oven.

she was thrilled to taste “an eensy bit” of the dough and asked, wide-eyed, if she could have a whole cookie after we were done baking. i laughed and said of course and she actually chortled — there’s just no other word for it. then as we were cleaning up, she looked down at her apron (which kelli made during a craft party at the lands’ house eons ago!) and exclaimed, “this is excellent! it has two pockets — one down here and one up here!”

the moral of the story is: if you’re lacking hope and joy today, go find a five-year-old and make cookies.