Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
weekly human interest column about daily life and the funny
things that happen to everyone.
She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
Oakridge Now, Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books. Her articles have appeared in
numerous anthologies and other publications, both in print and online.
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son decided to bake cookies. He doesn't usually cook, so I'm not sure
what got into him this particular time. I think he was really hungry
for cookies and couldn't talk his sister into baking them. Chocolate
chip cookies are a powerful incentive.
He used to cook at a restaurant in one of the odd jobs he had while
finding himself. Now that he no longer works as a cook, he likes to
pretend that he doesn't know how to cook any more. I think it is one
of those male ego things. They want to say that anything they are too
lazy to do is "woman's work."
I decided the best thing for me to do was to stay out of the kitchen
before he decided that mom might be talked into making cookies if he
pleaded amnesia. Not a chance. I passed along the family recipe and
told him, "These are the ones Grandma Moss used to make."
After the mixer quit running and I thought it might be safe, I went
into the kitchen to get a drink of water and check out the damage. He
was throwing the handle of my big wooden spoon into the trash can.
Obviously inferior, it couldn't stand up to his mixing skills.
"It is okay to mix them with your hands," I offered.
"I'm not putting my hands in that stuff," he declared.
It was time for me to return to watching TV. It was too late to save
the spoon anyhow.
Later I slipped into the kitchen again for another peak. He had
finished mixing and was dropping batter by spoonfuls onto a cookie
sheet. They looked awfully close together. Making cookies is not like
grilling steaks. They spread when they are cooking.
"I'm almost done," he told me. "I've finished mixing
them." But, mixing is only half the work in cookie baking. The
work is baking them, batch after batch. I resisted the urge to say
anything as I didn't want him to get the idea that cooking can be done
better by a woman than a man.
"Do you think there is something wrong with him?" my
daughter whispered. "I've never seen him bake anything before.
"He has probably been watching Chef Ramsey on
TV," I assured her. Men just pretend they can't cook. Why not, if
they can get someone else to do it?
So far, so good -- the smoke alarm has not jumped off the wall and
committed suicide yet. Funny, though, I don't smell cookies baking.
Against my better judgment, I decided I'd better check the situation
The light was out and all was quiet. I flipped the switch. The cookies
were done except for the last sheet which was still cooling in the
pan. The sink was full of dirty pans and dishes. No wonder he turned
out the light.
He was in his room lying in bed resting. Apparently, by the time he
finished baking, he was too tired to eat them.
"Are you done?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied.
I began washing the pans that would not fit into the dishwasher. I
would need the kitchen tomorrow and couldn't function with dirty
dishes everywhere. I wonder who he thought was going to clean up the
I must admit that the cookies looked really good, though. He better
watch them better or they will disappear just like the batch that his
sister made last week. Somehow, cookies just disappear and no one
admits eating them, I thought, as I helped myself to a large one.
Yes, he could cook just as well as a woman. Now if I could only
convince him that a man can also wash dishes just as good as a woman
-- maybe even better.
Copyright 2010 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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