Some days you really, really understand how blessed you are, and yesterday was one of them. It was our annual Cookie Bakeoff and eight of us (plus three teenagers who popped in and out of the action) got together to see how many different combinations of butter and sugar we could bake.
We've been doing this for so many years now that it doesn't take long for the day to develop its own rhythm. Everyone carves out their own little station for mixing dough, rolling out cookies, decorating, packing tins or washing up, and there's an easy flow of bodies moving from one area to the other throughout the day.
Betty's home was filled with yummy smells coming from the oven and it was wonderful to just listen - to the different pockets of conversation, the spontaneous singing of a Christmas carol, hilarious storytelling.
My dear friend Lori has been wanting to join in the fun for years and this was the year we were finally able to make it happen. Any fears that she had of not being up to the challenge were quickly put to rest - she jumped right in and it was like she had always been part of the crew. She said it was like a quilting bee, only with cookies. Made lots of sense.
Much as it's great to stock our freezers with goodies (we made over 2,000 cookies in about 8 hours) it's the magic of friendships old and new that really carries the day....M