I have talked many times about friendships and what it takes to be my friend or the friend of an environmentally ill person. I have also talked about Tyvek being this mold survivor’s best friend because it allows others to come into my home without risk of bringing mold in on their clothing or fragrances from their laundry products.
Today my dear friend Victoria came over for a yearly ritual of Christmas cookie baking. We bake all day and then give away most of the cookies. It is the friendship and the tradition of baking cookies that we love. We talk and chat over the roar of the mixer and the oven timer going off. It is the one day we have no other agenda than to visit and create something to give away.
Several years ago Victoria gave up her daily routine of putting on her favorite perfume before heading off to teach her classes. She wanted to be free to stop by and visit me anytime she wanted and wearing her favorite perfume restricted her visits. I am so thankful for this kind of friendship.
I digress a little to tell a story about going to her home for an outdoor party during the summer. Everyone was told not to wear perfumes to avoid getting me sick. One friend of hers forgot. I thought I had sat far enough away from her when the coughing began. The horrible gut wrenching coughing that does not stop. We had to get me the heck away from her. I was moved far out into the yard and had to take both my inhaler and a histamine injection. Of course Victoria’s friend felt horrible. What did Victoria do? She sent her friend upstairs to shower and then gave her clothes to put on that didn’t have perfume on them. This friend of hers always brings that story up when someone asks if I am really that sensitive and tells them about the day she almost killed me. And she has never forgotten about the perfume since then.
Ok, back to my baking story. Victoria and I baked 12 dozen cookies today (brown sugar shortbread, sugar cookies with sprinkles, angel crisps and butter cookies). We had attempted another butter cookie that was supposed to go into a cookie press (it came out in a mess). The recipe also suggested a pastry bag, it wouldn’t go through the decorating tip. We decided to just make balls and bake them. That didn’t work very well either not to mention that we had the bright idea of adding food coloring to them to make them pretty which for some strange reason the red dye turned the dough this ugly orange. As much as I hate to waste food, the dough was tossed and chalked up to an experiment.
My half of the cookies are all boxed up and will be given out or frozen for company if we should have any. Below are pictures. Note that I can be seen in my jeans, shirt and Christmas apron and Victoria is wearing the latest in Tyvek fashion. How many of you have friends that will go this far to be able to bake with you in your kitchen?