inspiration station - don't laugh at my pizzelle
I'm hoping when I drop off my batch of pizzelle to the little old Italian ladies in Little Italy this weekend (who oversee the pizzelle effort at the festival), that they don't laugh at my cookies. I've never made pizzelle before (oops, sorry Nonna) and they didn't turn out perfect. Mama Gina and I stood in the kitchen for a few hours Wednesday carefully spooning batter into the hot pizzelle irons, sometimes adding too much, sometimes adding too little, sometimes producing a sparse-shaped cookie, sometimes a nice round one. It's an art. Mama has made pizzelle many times but even she admits to having the dilemma of imperfect cookies.
One of my sayings in life goes like this ... "Hey, I do the best I can." Whatever I tackle - mothering, friendship, marriage, community service, taking care of my physical self, relationships, housework (wait - I don't do housework) and yes, even Italian cookie-making, I try to do the best I can but I am not perfect, have never claimed to be, and I'm sure those Italian ladies who make perfectly round pizzelle aren't good at every single thing in their lives either. After all, we are all mere humans whether we can make perfect cookies or not.
So next time you bash yourself around because the job you did was less than perfect, you know what? At least you did it. Perfect, imperfect, round, square, sparse, whole, too much, not enough ... whatever. At least you tackled it. At least you tried.
Hey, we do the best we can.
