Dessert Dilemma: Overthinking again!

Tomorrow, I find myself tasked with making desserts for a reunion of friends, and I can’t help but feel the weight of it. I know, I know – it’s supposed to be a joy. A gathering of 32 years of friendship, all wrapped up in a few hours of food, laughter, and nostalgia. But truth be told, as much as I cherish these friends and the memories we’ve built, the idea of catering for 20 people feels like stepping into a kitchen battle I’m not sure I’m ready to face.

I’ve been thinking about what to make. A chocolate boozie brownie? Maybe. Some cookies, the ones you sprinkle with colorful delights to make them look as fun as they taste? That could work too. But at the heart of it, I know I’m really making these for the kids—their kids, to be specific. The adults will probably nibble, but it’s those little ones I’m really catering to. And if I’m honest with myself, I know I’d rather dive straight into dessert before anything else. My sweet tooth is fierce, and I’ll gladly go there before I even think about touching anything savory. The diabetic side of me has long made peace with this sweet-first mentality, and honestly, it’s the only rule I stick to.

But here’s where the inner struggle kicks in: It’s not the desserts that have me hesitating. It’s the effort. The thought of preparing, cooking, and serving for a crowd of 20 makes me want to crawl under a blanket with my dog (who, by the way, is way more loyal and non-judgmental than any human could ever be) and my husband. You see, this year has drained me. I’ve pulled away from crowds, found comfort in smaller moments, and realized that my ideal weekend now consists of just the three of us: me, my husband, and my dog.

I won’t lie; I’m not in the festive spirit this year. The hype of the holidays feels so far behind me, almost like it’s slipped into the hills of Mount Crumpet, and I’m perfectly content observing from up there. I’ve grown tired of the chatter, the noise, and the never-ending buzz of social expectations. And that’s okay. My circle has condensed into the ones who matter most: my small, chill squad. They make everything feel... easier.

But despite my inner hermit, I agreed to this reunion. And now, the desserts are on me. So, I’ll push past the resistance and put my thinking cap on, because I’m in this now. I’ll whip up something sweet, sit back for a little while to catch up with old friends, and then quietly slip out when the crowd gets a little too loud.

Because while I may not be peopley at the moment, I’m not ready to abandon the connections I’ve made over these 32 years. I’ll just do it my way, on my terms.

Anyway, here’s to figuring out what to bake and accepting that even when you’re not feeling the festivities, life still keeps moving forward. Time to zone in, get it together, and make some desserts that’ll make those kids smile. After all, it’s about the moments we create, not just the grand gestures.

Love,
G

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