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This is not an endorsement of said recipe.
So I was trying to think of something to write and I searched my computer for the word "blog". I know I have lots of documents in which I have quickly scrawled brilliant blog post ideas, most of which never made it to the blog. This is mostly because, on second thought, they weren't so brilliant. Although some of the time, as in today, it is because I went back to the note and had no idea what the heck I was thinking.
Today I ran across a document called "blog/cookie dough analogy".
Now that is enticing! What brilliance lays buried there?
Whatever it was, it is apparently still buried. Here is the only sentence written on that page:
You can’t fix the cookie dough once you put that tablespoon of salt in it.
Wow! Profound...don't you think?
I can't, for the life of me, remember what I thought was so brilliant about this and what analogy was coming from it. It could be that I thought there should be some great lesson in the destruction of cookie dough...I mean beyond "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!".
I do recall the story behind it. It is family legend.
We were making cookies with my mother and I believe there were some neighbor kids involved, in addition to my sister. Legend has it that I added multiple tablespoons of salt to the batter. In reality, it was probably just one. I am sure I misread teaspoon as tablespoon and it couldn't have been any more than one.
My mother thought she would save the day and multiply the recipe to accommodate the extra salt. Apparently it doesn't work that way. The giant triple sized recipe still tasted bad.
Lesson learned...when the mistake is salt, and it is huge, just start over.
So....writing prompt: apply this to life.
This is an analogy for......
I won't eve try to apply the lesson to the election in any way...trying to make any statement without offending anyone is like adding a half a cup of salt instead of a half teaspoon...ruin that cookie dough!
Well, how about this....some days, as a mom, you start with a huge dose of saltiness. And...and....those days need a do over, start again, go back to the beginning.....
That's it!! (here I can imagine Lucy yelling and Charlie Brown tumbling over)
I think this analogy applied just today.
You know when you somehow get on the wrong footing with a kid. You start down the path of grumpy, challenging interactions. And your thermostat keeps rising and the kid's attitude keeps getting, ummm... saltier, and you are headed straight to a disastrous and disappointing
That is when you need to stop the escalation, don't triple down on that "What did you just say?" or that "What did I just tell you to do?".
Go back to the beginning. (Why do I picture a drunken Portuguese swordsmen when I say that?)
Somedays that means a little dash of humor, a moment or two of easy direction following, and an offer to help with that writing prompt. Some days it means someone (read: me) needs to be sent to her room to cool off. Some days it means some other one (read: kid in question) needs to cool down in quiet.
But most of all, what is needed is a fresh start.
For some reason I have this incredible urge to bake cookies right now.
Maybe the kid sequestered in said room would like to help.