Author: Jackie Pick

Jackie Pick is a former teacher and current writer living in the Chicago area. She is a contributing author to multiple anthologies, including Multiples Illuminated, So Glad They Told Me: Women Get Real about Motherhood, Here in the Middle, as well as the and the literary magazines The Sun and Selfish. She received Honorable Mention from the Mark Twain House and Museum for her entry in the Royal Nonesuch Humor Writing Competition. Jackie is a contributing writer at Humor Outcasts, and her essays have been featured on various online sites including McSweeney's, Belladonna Comedy, Mamalode, The HerStories Project, and Scary Mommy. A graduate of the University of Chicago and Northwestern University, Jackie is co-creator and co-writer of the award-winning short film Fixed Up, and a proud member of the 2017 Chicago cast of Listen To Your Mother.

Baking and Burning

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Well, I’m burned out. Does that count? So, as an ode to my burning out, some random thoughts:
Monkey L is sick still. It’s just a cough, so he’s still fully capable of screaming “MAMA!” every three seconds, mostly when I’m in the bathroom. Note to self: I will not be able to go to the bathroom uninterrupted for another 18 years.

When the kids nap, I’m catching up on the Walking Dead. Why are the women on that show all skinny enough for their sternums to show?

Didn’t get to knitting this week due to sick child.  Good thing I am not in desperate need of a pot mitt.

All I want are carbs. All I want is to get to my target weight so I can have an eating binge…which is, you know, stupid.  But damn if a girly girly chocolatey mudslidey alcoholy drink doesn’t sound heavenly right now.

As far as baking goes — I’ve made giant batches of oatmeal peanut butter chocolate chip cookies with Reese’s Pieces.  A third of the batch will go to my nephew, who is currently sweltering at camp. (And who doesn’t want peanut buttery treats when it’s 100 degrees?) A third went to our new neighbors (we did a welcome wagon…and they were honestly shocked. I guess folks don’t do that anymore.) A third went to us.

They taunt me, the cookies.