Today's Comfort...

Is brought to you by the letter "c" for cookies.

Every Christmas I bake cookies for my neighbors. Call me old school, but I think it's important to be kind and friendly with those who share your same physical space. Also, I've had enough loud parties that I always feel a need for an annual sucrose apology.

Anyway, in December I baked my cookies like usual, but I didn't get to partake in my favorite part of the process--licking the spoon and bowl afterwards. For all of those not well versed in the "joys" of pregnancy, you have to be super careful about eating raw eggs so that rules out cookie dough. I was so good while baking. I washed my hands like every few minutes and never put a bite of cookie dough in my mouth. I guess it didn't really matter in retrospect, but I'm still really glad that I took care of myself during the pregnancy...even if it was doomed from the beginning.

Since my miscarriage, I've been indulging in some of the things I was not allowed to have during my pregnancy, and today I baked chocolate chip cookies. When I was finished, I licked that bowl clean and when I was up tonight with crushing insomnia I had a bunch of cookies dipped into a tall glass of milk. Does it make things any better? No. Cookie dough can't replace my baby or fill the hole in me. But it can at least distract me for a while.

So today's comfort is cookies.