Let’s talk about my dad.
Big, old, jolly Bill. A child of the 60’s and lover of all things hockey. He talks too much, drinks too much, and can’t keep his hands off my pretty Lofthouse-inspired cookies…
Yes, let’s talk about these cookies first. I eat them the way kids are supposed to eat broccoli…with my dinner, without complaint, and by the dozen. When I stumbled upon this recipe, I absolutely, one hundo percent knew I had to give it a try.
So on Sunday night, I decided to give it a whirl. When they turned out with absolute perfection, I knew they were blog-post worthy; but before I could even share them with you dears, big old Bill came walking thru the kitchen, excited as ever(like every time he gets homemade dessert) and reached for the rack of perfectly frosted aka phototastic Lofthouse-inspired cookies. Of course I stopped him before he could even lay a finger….don’t you know I would do anything for you?
Pappa Bill was startled. He asked why on earth he couldn’t have at least one of the cookies. As I frosted the remaining cookies, I nonchalantly responded,”Because dad, they’re for my blog.”
Want to know what was then uttered from jolly Bill’s mouth?
“Blog? What’s a blog????”
Mhmmmmm, yes, tis true.
All the hours I’ve spent baking, taking gazillions of pictures, destroying the kitchen with frosting and flour and powdered sugar…..all of it has been completely and utterly lost on poor old Pappa Bill.
He then had to ask my mom a couple questions…
“Well, what does she do with her cookies in her blog? Is she selling her cookies online? Is that what this blogging thing is?”
Yes dad. You are absolutely right. It is because I sell cookies online that I am able to spend money on things like, oh, let’s say that seven dollar car wash I have been avoiding for THREE weeks. You got me.
What makes this story even better is the fact that my dad is generally a very knowledgeable, cultural human being. For example, he saw The Civil Wars in concert SIX months ago (like around the time when most people thought ‘Civil Wars’ only meant internal national conflict). He bought tickets for Cold Play’s sold out concert before I even knew they were coming to town. He reads the Star Tribune every weekend and the Economist every week. My dad knows his stuff. He’s smart, driven, always reading, and always thinking. It is for this reason that moments like this are extra special for me.
My dad and I are very similar and these similarities often cause us to butt heads. But in the last year, a totally new relationship has evolved between us. I see a goodness in him that I once could not see. Now, he is the a man I admire, the man I look to for guidance, and to my own sweet surprise, the man who has my heart this Valentines Day.
Hope you all find love where you least expect it:)
Infinite x’s and o’s