Oct 18, 2010

Imperfect cookies

I have lots of fond memories of baking with my mom. I was always the helper - she taught me the difference in measuring dry and liquid ingredients, how to clean up as you go so there's not a big mess at the end, and that it's actually necessary to lick the beaters from the mixer before washing them - it helps the end result taste better. (Okay so maybe she didn't teach me that but really, it works!)

One of the other things I remember from our baking sessions was how frustrated I would get when we'd make cookies. I could never make them as well as she could, and I was always concerned with the amount of dough I would put on the cookie sheets - they never came out perfect. I can still hear her saying, "Becky it doesn't matter what they look like, it matters what they taste like!"

A couple weeks ago I was making cookies - and some of them were a little burned. I repeated what my mom taught me to Ben, and his response was, "babe I don't care, they're still going to be good." It got me thinking about all the little things we worry about, and how we always hear it's "what's on the inside" that counts. If that's true for cookies, why can't that be true for us?

Last week Kyla mentioned finding a protesting perfect post that I absolutely loved. I'm a little late to the game, but I'm going to participate anyway.

I'm imperfect. I'm stubborn. I steal the covers in bed. Sometimes I say I'm going to do things and then don't follow through. I like a clean kitchen but sometimes whine to my husband about having to do the dishes. I say bad words in the car and tell other drivers they're stupid mother... idiots. I'm not always the best at keeping in touch with people. I tend to over commit myself and then feel bad when I have to back out of something because I hate letting people down. When I'm feeling morbid I make myself think about what I would do if I lost all the people I loved. Sometimes I speak before thinking when I shouldn't, and sometimes I think too much when I should just blurt out what's on my mind. I can be loud and obnoxious, and I don't always look my best when I should.

But this is who I am.

So I protested perfect, celebrated my imperfections, and made cookies. And they tasted amazing. Because after all, it's what's on the inside that counts.
Have you celebrated your imperfections lately?


Diana Mieczan said...

Its all about what is inside! I agree. The cookies look really yummy:)
I try to celebrate them but sometimes it does not come easy:)
Happy Monday, morning

Lisa from Lisa's Yarns said...

I really like Kyla's imperfection post as well! I am definitely far from perfect! I also cuss at other drivers... I don't clean my bathroom sink as often as I probably should... My house is not as clean as it could be...

The list could go on and on!

Here's to embracing those imperfections. The cookies look delish!

Lucy The Valiant said...

This is such a great concept that is going around... perfectionism is rampant, particularly in my little brain!

Kyla Roma said...

I love your protest, and your imperfections are wonderful- we have a lot of imperfection in common :)

And I think that most everyone is doomed to never make cookies as well as their mother. My mom and mother in law both have amazing cookies in their repertoire, and both have given me their recipes, and mine are always totally different! lol

Gracie said...

Ah, too many little imperfections to count! But I feel better about them just associating them with cookies. Cookies make anything better, right? LOL.
This post is cute. And it made me want a cookie.

The Many Thoughts of a Reader said...

you are not allowed to post anymore pictures of cookies unless you have already mailed me out some! dangit i need cookies!!!!!!!!

Amber said...

Well, I for one think those cookies look DELICIOUS! Regardless of them being imperfect!

I loved Kyla's post and I love yours too. Nobody's perfect and I am 100% FOR embracing all our little imperfections!

Nora said...

I've been bad lately about the follow-through thing. Like with mailing packages. And making plans with people. I guess I should work on it? or just accept it as who I am and move forward... ;) Those cookies look delicious to me!

ruthpclark said...

Oh, what a lovely post! I always tell my mom she bakes better cookies than me--no matter what, how many times I try, she always makes my favorite cookies, ginger crinkles, fantastically. And mine always suck! I guess that's the way it always goes.

Thanks for your sweet comment about my photos! Your words seriously mean so much to me :)

Anonymous said...

Becky, this was so good, so real and funny and true. Maybe my fave line you wrote: "and sometimes I think too much when I should just blurt out what's on my mind."

I hear ya' on that one. Like during the 3-hour meeting I was in today. Kept my counsel. Shoulda blurted.

And BTW, those cookies? Yum. Virtual yum. They look awesome. I can practically smell 'em. (yeah, I'm hungry!)

Stephany said...

I love your imperfection post! First of all, those cookies look YUMMY! And secondly, I happen to think you're pretty amazing just the way you are. <3

Mandy said...

Great post, love! I celebrate my imperfections every day. We have too, we're all we've got. Those cookies look amazing. Here's to the imperfections!

Deanna Ogle said...

You're so right. In the back of my head I'm always feeling partially broken from these couple of things I can't get over. I can't fix things overnight. I'll probably always hold back when I should speak up. I get cranky when I'm tired. I'm impatient in classroom settings. All of those things make me hate myself in a lot of ways. But perfect isn't the goal! That's what I have to keep remembering.

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