Written September 14, 2025
Hello Dear Readers,
Today officially marks the start of my cold-weather running schedule. Translation: my sneakers are now bracing themselves for frostbite, and I’m mentally preparing to turn into a human popsicle on the sidewalk.
Over the summer, I had been relying on puff pastry to keep my weight steady. Why puff pastry? Because with my kidney issues and a long list of food restrictions, flaky dough filled with my wife’s homemade jam is basically the culinary equivalent of winning the lottery. Grocery store premade dough + jam = the fastest way to eat happiness.
This summer was more fabulous than usual. I didn’t even mow weekly—my lawn got to cosplay as a wild prairie, and I didn’t complain. But since mowing season has ended, my activity level plummeted faster than a cookie jar in a toddler’s hands. So, no puff pastry this week. Instead, it was time to deal with something far more sacred: my emergency cookie supply.
Now, what is an “emergency cookie supply”? Glad you asked. Six months ago, in a stroke of pure genius (or hunger-induced paranoia), I stashed a package of ready-to-bake cookie dough in the downstairs freezer. This was a just-in-case backup plan for those dark days when the grocery store failed me or when I forgot to buy cookies—which, let’s be real, is a tragedy that no human should endure.
Being me, I even set a Google Calendar reminder to pop up six months later: Bake those cookies or banish them forever. You see, I don’t believe in freezer purgatory. If I wasn’t going to eat them, I’d at least bake them and let the house smell like victory.
So today was the day. The oven fired up, the cookies baked, and soon the upstairs smelled like a Hallmark movie marathon. Oddly, these heavenly aromas don’t tempt my wife—she’s not into sweets. (I know, I don’t get it either.) She only took half a cookie out of politeness and declared, “Not so bad.” Translation: “Thanks, but no thanks.” She’s cautious about diabetes since it runs in her family. I, on the other hand, am cautious about running out of snacks. Different priorities.
To avoid eating each cookie like it was the size of a steering wheel, I baked them extra small—bite-sized, calorie-friendly, and perfect for sneaky nibbling between runs. Mission accomplished: cookies baked, freezer cleared, snack emergency avoided.
And honestly? Nothing feels more triumphant than winning both at baking and freezer organization on the same day.