We started on a new journey of sorts.
Firstly, together with my little girl we baked a batch of Anzac Biscuits. Nothing new there, I often share our baking adventures here, but this time there is a bit more of a story behind it.
When we first moved to our new home 18 months ago, I was recovering from post natal depression and didn't know a soul in the area. I wanted to introduce myself to the neighbours along the road, but somehow the idea of meeting a bunch of strangers when I was in such a delicate and anxious emotional space was just too much. Of course knowing who the people were around me would have been one of the best things for me at the time.
Anyway, after all this time I am not proud to admit that apart from our immediate neighbours, we still don't really know anyone on our road. Peoples lives are busy and I think in general we just don't seem to have the same connection to our neighbourhood community that we used to.
This year, I am out to change that in our neighbourhood.
Today was our first delivery! I whipped up a little drawstring bag for the cookies (made from leftover fabric from this little dress) and off we went...
What a wonderful experience for our first delivery! I can't wait to make our next batch.
I wonder what to bake next?
Have you any family cookie recipes you would like to share?