Glad This Aint the Fifties!

About 9am this morning I flipped out. It was my turn to bring snacks for my Baby Hui group in one hour, and I totally forgot. The drive to the meeting place is 20 minutes from my house. This was our last of ten meetings, so no chance for a reprieve.

I considered my options. I could buy something. No, that would require waking a sleeping baby from his morning nap. My less than stocked refrigerator was of no immediate help, and neither was the pantry. Sigh. I preheated the oven to 400 degrees and racked my brain.

"Ta-dah!" sang a chorus of refrigerator angels from the second shelf. There, in a yellow tub, that may as well have been gold, was refrigerated Nestle Toll House cookie dough from Costco. Okay...what else was frozen? Think! Think! Oh yes....frozen spinach, feta cheese, and mozarella organic frozen pizza...also a Costco wonder. I smiled and tore off the plastic wrap. I scooped the cookies, so they would be ready by the time the oven preheated. The pizza could be cut into small squares, like appetizers. By 9:10am, the oven was preheated, and my snacks were baking away. Then I remembered a banana bread I had frozen a few weeks back, predicting an absolute brain freeze one day when I would need to produce a snack. The bread quickly thawed in the microwave. All of this, and the baby was still asleep.


I pulled the snacks from the oven, allowed them a few minutes to cool, and plated them. I gingerly bundled them, and loaded my car. I plucked Son2 from his crib, buckled him in his car seat, and headed toward the beach to meet the hui. And I kept smiling to myself thinking I am so glad I was born a GenXer and not a pre-Boomer. There's nothing a little Costco can't fix! Premade cookie dough and frozen pizza are a thing of the present.