When we decided it was time to start making cut-out sugar cookies the other day, Lucy asked me what recipe we would use.
“Oh I figured out a recipe,” I told her. She looked puzzled. What could you possibly mean? And then I reminded her that creating recipes, making them, and testing them again to ensure they work is what we do.
“Oh right!” she said.
I’m thrilled that I no longer bake all day to perfect recipes for cookbooks. That ended about six years ago. We no longer ask Lucy to taste food to see if it is good enough for a recipe. What we make now is what we eat. That’s why she had forgotten we do this. But these cookies? She approves.