Guys. I’m in emergency mode over here. My 9-month-old son Truman is now army-crawl-mobile. This means anything on the floor that can be drooled on, chewed on, or choked on is fair game. Goodbye vacuuming every 3 months. Hello crawling around on the floor looking for anything baby-esophagus-sized.
(By the way, “emergency mode” is a real thing. It’s what Eric says I go into when I get panicky about stuff. This can include anything from Charlotte spilling a cup of milk, to when I think that Eric doesn’t like something that I’ve made him, or this morning when I thought that Truman had crawled away and choked to death while I was busy making Chocolate Babka. I searched the whole house. I was about to call 911…when I remembered that I had put him down for a nap.)
Emergency mode usually only lasts a couple minutes. Either I take a deep breath and get over it, or Eric tranquilizes me.
But back to the choking thing. I consider myself a pretty laid back parent (don’t we all?) but I’m absolutely paranoid about kids choking on stuff. At Charlotte’s first Christmas when she met my siblings she was 10 months old. I was cutting up a hot dog, that classic if-you-don’t-cut-this-your-baby’s-gonna-die-food, when suddenly I realize that everyone is laughing at me. Apparently cutting a hot dog into a thousand minuscule pieces is overkill.
Whatever. It’s good for their fine-motor-pincer skills anyway.
Now let’s talk cookies. These are some of the richest and spiciest cookies you will ever eat. Not to mention some of the biggest and softest and gooiest. Normally I like my cinnamon and my chocolate to be very far away from each other, but it totally works in these cookies. The addition of cornstarch ensures that the cookies stay nice and soft for days. I’m a sucker for molasses, so I know I will be secretly making batches of these long after Christmas is over.
Source: adapted from Fabtastic Eats