My computer has been at the Geek Squad for a week now and we are currently down at work with the Internet the only thing we have access to. So I decided to take this opportunity to post one of the many things going through my head.
This month, instead of meeting at a restaurant like we normally do, my widow/ers group had a potluck at the home of a couple who were widowed about a month apart 8 years ago and found a second chance at love with each other. I asked those attending to bring a dish of significance and was happy that everyone actually read the event description and e-mail reminders and did just that.
My contribution was peanut butter cookies. I love to bake and have an insatiable sweet tooth. James, on the other hand, liked how the house smelled after I'd been baking but was not really a sweets person. He did like peanut butter cookies, however-my absolute least favorite cookie and therefore not one I made that often. He told me early on if I couldn't make a good peanut butter cookie, that'd be a dealbreaker. I don't think I'd ever been so nervous to bake anything as I was when I made him that first batch of cookies! (Obviously, I passed).
Peanut butter is also one of the few things we did not agree upon. I think it is PEANUT butter and therefore should be chunky. And it has to be Jif. He felt it was peanut BUTTER and therefore needed to be smooth and it had to be Skippy. So I always kept both after it became clear neither of us was going to budge. His exception, however, was that when it came to cookies; they had to be made with chunky peanut butter. So I had to sacrifice my peanut butter for his cookies.
I made the cookies yesterday and tried one to make sure they were edible. I thought they tasted like crap, but I was assured by the others they were really good. I guess they must have been-by the end of the day, there were only a few left which I had no problem pawning off on my friends.