In this adventure Rooster and I go on a last-minute search for sugar cookie dough for one of the recipes I use for Christmas morning breakfast. #sugar cookie #christmas #breakfast
Sugar Cookie Dough Search
The Christmas season is not my favorite time of year. I’ve even been known to be compared to the Grinch once or twice in my life. I don’t know why I have a hard time getting into the spirit of things. Maybe it’s the big build-up followed by a hollow feeling of disappointment when nothing turns out as expected. Also, it might be the sugar cookie dough search that drives me crazy.
However, the sight of empty chairs, because family members have passed away or moved to a distant city, is the thing which leave me sad. For whatever reason, I’m one of those people who get down in the dumps on Christmas. I was determined this year I wasn’t going to let it wouldn’t go down that way.
How I attempted to conquer the Christmas blues
I volunteered to shop for and wrap presents for five families in need, I attended two office holiday parties in a row. Also, I downloaded Rob Fasone’s Santa Clause Vampyre Slayer onto my kindle. Besides, I even went out and bought myself an ugly Christmas sweater. After doing all of those things, I still didn’t feel the Christmas spirit wash over me in waves of rapturous joy.
The worst part of the whole experience was the numerous trips I was required to make to the store. I hate going anywhere near a shopping center from the first of November until the middle of January. All the hectic flurry and pushing and shoving make my stomach queasy.
At least the office parties were fun, but they didn’t bring me any closer to the holiday spirit. My ugly Christmas sweater was viewed with curiosity. One guy had the nerve to ask why I was in such a festive mood. My response was, “I’m trying to get into the Christmas spirit. At my age, I can do gaudy.” I live with the fear I’m turning into a female version of Ebenezer Scrooge. I can picture me walking the streets yelling ‘Bah Humbug’ at the top of my lungs.
How the Sugar Cookie Doug Search sparked the Christmas spirit
I didn’t achieve any form of Christmas bliss until I went on a search for the premade sugar cookie dough. You know the kind you find in the dairy case. The stuff you don’t have to spend hours fussing with measuring cups mixing ingredients until you come up with the combination to make the perfect sugar cookie.
However, they were sold out at the superstore where we went to find the stuff, we couldn’t find in our neighborhood grocery. They didn’t have a single tube of sugar cookie dough. I took my life in my hands and drove across the street to a second superstore only to come up with the same result. They had chocolate chip dough and peanut butter dough, but there was no sugar cookie dough to be found. I was in near tears when Rooster said, “We’ll go out first thing in the morning to look for some. It will be an excellent adventure.”
If I wanted a white Christmas, I’d go rent the movie.
We rolled out of bed as the sun came up Christmas Eve morning. It was bright and sunny outside without a trace of snow in the forecast. The absence of the white stuff is alright with me. If I wanted a white Christmas, I’d go out and rent the movie. The only music playing on the radio was Christmas carols. I had a strong desire to run a brow of holly through the DJ’s heart until the piano solo from A Charlie Brown Christmas came over the airways.
Our first stop was at McDonald’s. They have a cheap sausage and egg biscuit for a dollar. We’re pretty near broke from all the added Christmas expenses. From the look at the line in the drive-through, I could tell we weren’t the only ones.
After we finished eating, we drove to every grocery store in town. We couldn’t find a premade roll of sugar-free cookie dough anywhere. Aliens from another planet probably snatched all the sugar cookie dough to devour before the invasion. Maybe they required a diet of sugar cookie dough for their survival. Rooster said, “This just can’t be,” when we stood in front of the refrigerated unit at the last store on our list.
I have a good idea occasionally
That’s when I came up with a bright idea. I have good ideas occasionally. I suggested we drive to a small burg ten miles to the east of us. They might be hoarding sugar cookie over there. Rooster flipped out his cell phone. He suggested it would be a good idea if he called first. The cookie dough chase game lost its appeal for my husband. He handed me the phone. The lady at Waddell’s said they had two rolls of the stuff left. She offered to save them for me. I said I would be right there.
On the drive over, I considered buying all the sugar cookie dough she had. I would sell the second roll on a Facebook garage sale for twenty dollars. As a matter of fact, I could probably get a lot for it, but there was no reason to be greedy during this holiday season. I couldn’t do it. I had to leave the dough in the store for the next woman desperate for sugar cookie dough to stumble across.
Christmas Morning Breakfast
Events have come to a happy ending. Rooster is in the kitchen making Praline Bacon. He set the smoke alarm off when he burnt the pecans. I’m listening to 4 Non-Blondes singing What’s Up on Pandora. We are about to decorate our three-foot Christmas tree. We’ll have Christmas breakfast i9n the morning. Most of the family will show up, and we’ll head for the movies. We’re going to see Aqua Man this year. All is right with the world. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana, who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures click here.
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