We made Christmas cookies today, rolled them, cut them, baked, frosted and decorated them. Not your normal summer activity. But there is a reason for this "madness". Every year, for what seemed eons, my Mom made sugar cookies, and had her 16 grand kids over to decorate them. Granted we did them near Christmas instead of late August.
We decided we needed to do them to serve at the lunch after Mom's funeral. So we gathered amid powdered sugar and sprinkles. It was a juried event, with "awards" presented for the most artistic cookie, the ugliest cookie and the one with the most decorative crap on it. Oddly, the most artistic cookie award went to a virtual novice, or now that I think of it, perhaps he was a ringer.
It is really all about honoring tradition, with a liberal dose of sugar mixed in for good measure. In all the solemnity of funeral planning and services, it was fun to just kick back for a bit. Mom would be pleased.
Perhaps most of all they bring some of her essence into the funeral. It becomes personal, whimsical, tangible, and best of all edible.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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