The Official Dancing Deer Baking Co. Blog

With many, many thanks to Nancy Brown.

 

My name is Beth Wald and being the Director of the Dancing Deer Mother’s Day Ride is my dream job.  I’ve been on board as Director since mid-February and have been having a blast!  Don’t get me wrong, it has been a lot of work, but all very rewarding and fulfilling.  When my sister heard about the job, she called me immediately and said, “this job has your name written all over it.”  I’m an outdoor enthusiast who has ridden my bicycle 3500 miles from Portland, Oregon to Flagstaff, Arizona, ran a homeless family program for the City of New York prior to moving to Boston, have run the Boston Marathon to raise money for charity and know what it means to push your body for a cause you believe in, and founded and operated a company that made a real difference in people’s lives. 

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From smallest girlhood,
well into teen years,
now with accelerating age,
cookies have comforted me.

My grandmother’s “receets”—
her only tangible legacy—
made chewy molasses cookies
a family legend.

Any self-respecting nutritionist
recommends a handful of oatmeal cookies
heavily laced with raisins
as a healthful breakfast.

Cookie-baking lessons are
the first for young cooks.
Holiday cookies decorated by small,
eager hands are treasured by all.

All chocolate addicts appreciate
that melting madness called “Toll House.”
At desperate times, some of us will
finish a batch from the bowl, unbaked.

Named “biscuit” by our British mothers,
accompanied by tea,
cookies are the highlight of a civilized day
or ought to be.

Children of careering mothers
will settle for an after-school
welcome—a treasure-hunting dive
into the cookie jar.

I’m still wearing on my small frame
the globular residue
of every comforting cookie
I ever ate.

Barbara J. Rios, Santa Cruz, California

Bob Burke , an industry friend/sage and long time advisor to dancing Deer gives us a calendar every year called Demotivators from Despair, Inc. It’s the only calendar I look forward to receiving. I keep it turned to the photo of the soccer player rolling on the ground clutching his knee in agony. The quote reads, “WHINING: If you expect to score points by whining, join a European soccer team.” My 15 year old son was visiting the office yesterday and he flipped to the picture of the strange statues on Easter island and read the caption out loud, “PRIORITIES: Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. . . but the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction”.

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