The Third Stage of Holiday Baking: The Demolition/ by Kathleen Gibbons, Palace Line Cook
The other day I received a text message from my father that read: “Mom’s cookie delivery today. Food riot ensued. Most unseemly.”
In my personal opinion, there is nothing more satisfactory than knowing that people you love love the food you make. I was just hoping I would feel that satisfaction after putting my cookies out for my coworkers.
I packed all of my fresh cookies into a plastic container and brought them into work under the impression that people might possibly, hopefully, enjoy them. After a few hours of a VERY busy and intense dinner service, my blood sugar was beginning to drop and around nine thirty, I heard that family meal was up, so I run back to grab my cookies and put them next to dinner. After shoveling a couple in my mouth to raise my blood sugar (to prevent fainting and leaving my boss to fend for himself), I set out the cookies with a little description of what they were.
SUCCESS!! Within the hour there was one cookie left in the bottom of the container. I’ve never understood the stigma behind the last cookie (or donut or spring roll or slice of pizza). No one ever wants to take it for fear of seeming selfish or feeling like they eat too much.
NOTE: if reader is ever eating a meal with me, don’t worry. I will ALWAYS eat the last cookie or donut or spring roll or slice of pizza. Not because I’m hungry, but because I care.
Throughout this whole baking experience, I’ve learned that it really is worth it to cook for your friends. No matter the results, your friends will always love what you do. It can be stressful, scary, and overwhelming at times, but having someone come up to you during a busy moment in a busy restaurant on a busy Saturday night can turn the rumble with a KitchenAid mixer into a fond holiday memory.
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