As the holidays wind down here on Hott Mountain and the lemon cookies have disappeared, I wanted to share with you a startling discovery. With 2013 coming to a close, I was searching for a picture in my files and found it within this post. Since it's original publication, let me just say this now 48-year-old-grey-haired-hott-mama-of-four is celebrating 24 new inches of Hott fun for 2014!
Here is where I found the picture and am reposting it in part because it still makes me giggle. You'll find the picture at the end:
Burning the Christmas Cookies... Again!
"My woeful attempt to portray Julia Child at Christmas time is normally met with some traumatic experience either on the part of me or my family. Although I do enjoy experimenting a little in the kitchen and am grateful to my loyal subjects for their willingness to sometimes act as my guinea pigs, one would think the simple tasks of Christmas Cookies would be met without incident. Here's what happened one day when my phone rang:
Me: "Ahlooo-oh!" (That's my best Julia impression! I'm really good at it! Just ask Dan!... I do it all the time!)
Caller: "Uh, hello? Mrs. Hott?"
Me: "Whooo? Oh, you mean me? Yes, speeeeaking!" (It's my Julia Child again! I'm still not used to being called Mrs. Hott. That name is reserved for Dan's 89 (now 92) year old mother. I really do forget it's me after 14 (actually 17) years.)
Caller: "This is Morgan County 911 Emergency calling. Is everything alright? We got a call from one of your neighbors."
Now, I can hear a fire whistle zooming up our hill.
Me: "My neighbors? Are they okay?" (I am confused. All the Hotts are fine, present, and accounted for.)
Caller: "Yes mam. They are fine. But they have called to report a fire."
Me: "Fire. Really?!!! Where"
Caller: "Well, at your residence! We have received a report of billowing smoke emitting from your home."
Me: "Smoke... where? Are you serious? Can you see me at my house? How do you know there is smoke?" -- Like 911 has some magic eye; I really thought they were looking at me talking on the phone via satellite or something.
Caller: "Yes. Emergency services should be there any second."
Me: Finally realizing what in the world was going on, "Oh, oh, oh! Smoke!? Oh no.... that's just me. I was burning the Christmas cookies,... again."
Oh! I.am.going.to.make.those.neighbors eat these cookies! They called the Fire Department on me! Yikes! When they showed up, I had to give them the only good batch I had. Talk about feeling like a fool! There was NO fire! The only smoke coming from the Hott house was a tray of Christmas cookies I stuck out on the back porch. Well, they nearly did go up in flames before I got them out of the oven. But the house wasn't on fire, for goodness sakes. You probably don't believe me; so, I'll show you a picture:
Now, I look at that tray of burned cookies and I am reminded of all the dishes I've burned; crazy things I've done and silly mistakes I've made both in the kitchen and over the years. And you know what? It's just cookies. Each crispy chunk of carbon reminds me of a disappointment I've had over the year 2010 (original post); another mess in the kitchen; mountains of laundry; numerous trips to the grocery store; boo boos needing band aids; noses to wipe; miles of trips to town for school events; more gas for the car; midnight runs to the ER when Levi fell out of bed; mountains of bills waiting to be paid; medical needs that never quit; to mouths to feed again and again."
But like I said, they're just burned cookies. Let's count blessings! Here are mine!
Christmas 2010 Christmas 2013
Just like the Hott family, our blessings grow every year.... just.look.at.them...at least 24 inches combined. 2013 brought us new adventures, wedding dates, career move for Caity, an economics masters degree from AU for Brian, race ribbons for Violet our athlete, Rubik's twisty puzzle records for Isaac, and well.... Levi continues his constant stream of comedy and now music!