November 13, 2007 – Christmas Catalogs arriving by
the basketful!
The
Christmas shopping catalogs are arriving daily and I can hardly keep up with
them.
In
the upper right hand corner of one woman’s clothing catalog it announced:
“Live
the good life, love what you wear.”
I
paused. Yes, when you love what you are
wearing, life seems to be much better, doesn’t it. They have some excellent people on their
staff to lead with a line like that.
Yes, I flipped through the entire catalog and then tossed it. The
clothes were obviously not for my life, but it is a great quote.
The
next catalog, a baker supply catalog, I saved for the next morning with my
coffee so that I could peruse it undisturbed.
They always have a few recipes tucked in between the merchandise and I
check for those first. Then I look at
the pictures of the scrumptious food next, then my third flip through – yes,
third flip through – I scrutinize what I don’t own and consider if I have a
need for it.
[I lusted after a
snowflake shortbread pan for almost 20 years before I finally decided to buy it.
I had to rationalize the high price at the time with the theory that I should
have bought it the first year instead of agonizing over the high price on the
20th year. I grimaced and bought it and it now costs considerably
more!]
Just
the other day a friend said when she moved that she had tossed out some of her
kitchen housewares because she was moving and downsizing. Now, she laments what
she did and is having to invest all over again in things she needs for her up-coming,
large family Thanksgiving dinner. The same
thing happened to me. I haven’t had the
need of my demitasse coffee set for years and I put it in a church rummage sale
and now I intend on serving Tiramisu for dessert at Thanksgiving and I had to
quickly jump on line and order a new demitasse set. Thankfully, I didn’t throw out my silver demitasse
spoons!
So, with
pen in hand . . . [I love to read catalogs with a pen in hand so that I can
circle things – must be the frustrated wanting to be a teacher in me, but I
went another direction. I love to take
the red pen to my own essays and I love to circle things in magazines and
catalogs – not sure what psychosomatic tendency that alludes to – but I have it
– big time.] . . . where was I, yeah, pen in hand, I got a fresh cup of coffee
and settled down to half listening to the morning news – hardly anything changes
from day to day - I flipped to the first page.
Bench
Knife -
$24.95. I gasped. It is the same exact bench knife that I have
had for at least 30 years – possibly more.
Mine is still in good condition and I reach for it often. It has its very own special place so I know
where to grab for it when I need it. But, $24.95, I pity the new bride learning
to cook, she might by-pass one of the most useful tools in cooking because of
the price tag.
So, I idly started
through the catalog circling things I own.
In a matter of six pages, my mental tally was over $250 and that was for
about 7 items and would never cover the replacement cost of what it takes to
make Christmas cookies. When you take
into account the mixing bowls, cookie cutters, cookie sheets, cooling racks,
rolling mat, rolling pin, cookie batter scoop, shortbread pan, measuring spoons,
and measuring cups . . . GOSH it made me sit back and reflect.
I tossed the catalog into
the recycle bin after I cut out one recipe.
So, when someone
tells you, “Your cookies taste like a million dollars,” smile and nod and smugly
think about the underlying cost it took to produce them which includes your
expertise, time, equipment, and ingredients; then compare that to the taste you’ve
received and mentally calculate the value given to the church for their fund
raiser.
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