Five Golden Rings
At last.
A gift I can get down with.
Gold.
Why didn’t I buy gold when all the ads were insisting that gold was the only rock-solid investment out there?
Because I’m stupid, that’s why. Seriously, I should start an investment service where I tell you what I bought, and you can sell it.
Oh well, easy come easy go.
Actually, it’s more like hard won, easy go.
Or no come, all go.
But such is life sometimes, and I still say the trade off was worth it. Security is lacking, but sense of purpose is high. As someone wrote, “What you have become is the price you paid to get what you used to want.”
In other news, I don’t know much about five golden rings, but I know an awful lot about five dozen cookies. My dad requested a batch of his favorite childhood cookies, and I decided to do him one better (or three better, I suppose) by making a batch using the original Hungarian recipe, a batch using the first-ever American version (a Betty Crocker recipe circa 1950), and a batch using – verbatim – his mom’s recipe.
It’s possibly a waste of time (and no doubt waaaaaaay too many cookies), but there’s something kind of cool about comparing old and older and oldest and seeing if there’s some kind of wisdom to be gleaned from each.
And if that isn’t the big hit I’m looking for, next Christmas I’ll look into turning lead into gold…
Tags: Buying gold, Gold, I am so freaking tired of making cookies, I don't really like cookies that much, I honestly think these are better than what I remember as a kid, I'm so busy right now it's stupid, I'm tired, lead into gold, Life, me me me, Selling gold, This is a really big cookie project
