By 300 Sandwiches
I love babies. Especially when they’re super tiny and fragile and pocket-sized. E, however, is not impressed by newborns. “At what age can I pack them in a backpack, strap them to my back and take them kitesurfing? That’s when I’m interested,” he declared.
E and I have discussed children. He wants them—with me—but wants them later rather than sooner, when he’s financially secure enough to provide the best of whatever they want. “I don’t want to give up all of the things we love to bring a kid into the world and be miserable,” he said. Which makes sense. But I also want to have children while I can still have children. Whether that’s before or after I make the 300th sandwich is unknown, but I’d rather err on the side of sooner.
E seemed nervous as we drove over to Jenny and Otto’s place. “I know what’s going to happen. You’ll get there, fall in love with the baby, and as soon as we get home you’ll say ‘I want one!'”
I brought baby blue whoopie pies—with cream cheese frosting dyed blue—as a congratulatory “it’s a boy” gift to the new parents. I saved a few for E and I, too. When we arrived, little Arlo was wide awake. I sat on the couch with the little guy and made silly faces to make him smile. E sat close next to me, and dare I say I caught a amused smile on his face. It was that moment when I got a glimpse of what parenthood would look like for us.
When we got back to the car, I couldn’t wait until E started the engine before blurting out: “I WANT ONE!'”
“I guess you’ll have to make another 300 sandwiches before we have a kid, woman!” E said. (just kidding, he did not say that. He just rolled his eyes.)
The rest of the car ride home, E and I strategized about raising a family—where we would live, what schools would they attend, what sports they’d practice and how we’d make it work. “Do you know how much day care is in our neighborhood?” he said, before rattling off the figure. I was impressed he knew the figure. I guess he’d been thinking about having kids enough to go investigate childcare—and schools and extracurricular offerings in our ‘hood, too.
We didn’t come up with any decisions about when to have children in the car ride home. We certainly didn’t have any plans to do it soon. But strategizing about it was exciting enough.
2 cups flour
1 cup sugar
3/4 cups milk
6 tablespoons butter, melted
1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 pinch salt
1 package cream cheese
2 1/2 cups confectioners’ sugar
1/2 cup butter (or 1 stick)
1 teaspoon vanilla
6-7 drops blue food coloring
For the cookies: preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line cooking sheets with parchment paper. Combine all ingredients in large bowl and mix well. Drop 1/2 teaspoon full of dough onto baking sheet, and space out each spoonful at least an inch apart. Repeat until cookie sheet is full, pop in oven for about 15 minutes. Remove from oven when tops are spongy, and let cool on a baking rack.
Meanwhile, make your filling. Cream butter and cream cheese together in a large bowl, then add the vanilla and confectioner’s sugar. Then slowly add drops of blue food coloring (I recommend spooning out a few heaping teaspoons of filling into a small bowl, adding a drop at a time until you get the desired blue shade. You can control your dyeing process better that way). Mix well, and set aside.
Afterwards, smooth on filling with a knife or spoon onto base of one cookie and top with another. Repeat until all sandwiches are made. Makes about 24 sandwiches.
Recipe adapted from this Good Housekeeping goodness.by