Culture & cookies

Drew had a lot of errands to get done today, so I took Rachel to a Teatro de la Luna children's theater festival. The ad in the Post said "children's theater festival," so I was unaware it was bilingual until Rachel and I got there. We were both so excited to be able to take the Metro, though -- it was bitterly cold out -- that I thought, what the heck, and we ended up having a nice time. There were some Mexican and Peruvian dance troupes, and Rachel got to color and try to read Spanish books in between the performances (I managed to translate "Sleeping Beauty" and was pretty pleased with myself)...and we got home at 6, so Drew had plenty of time to do what he had to get done.

When we got home I decreed that it was time for The Great Drew and Lisa Chocolate Chip Cookie bake-off. Rachel and I had come up with this idea earlier this week. Drew would bake a batch of his kind of chocolate chip cookies, I would bake a batch of my kind (in which I follow the Toll House recipe EXACTLY), and may the best cook win. Rachel taped our names to two separate plates and she was not allowed to watch cookie prep; it was a blind taste test and so she sampled one of Drew's and one of mine (to be scrupulously fair, we put them in the oven and took them out at exactly the same time).

And the winner was....Drew. DARN! He made such a fuss about it, too. "OH YEAH!" "OH YEAH!" he shouted, jumping up and down while I pounded my fist on the dining room table. Rachel made two pictures -- one for first place and one for consolation prize -- and she made us hunt for them (kind of the afikomen at Passover).

And then we all ate pizza and watched "A Barbie Christmas Carol" together.