The Coldest Feet

We have a funny, cute, little tradition in our family. Every year, for the Academy Awards my mom makes rice crispy treats in the shape of Oscars. They are somewhat primitive looking, but each year they get a little better, and we get the gist. Often times their heads are sagging, they look unnaturally gold - though my mom doesn't admit to coloring them - and invariably there is one ginormous Oscar. Who, you ask, gets that one? Well none other than the golden boy himself - Jay.

My mom is so funny, first she denies that Jay is the favorite - Jess and I know better - but she also wraps up the Oscars for whomever can't make it to the awards. We look forward to it every year. And the best part, in order to get your tasty prize you must give an acceptance speech. Generally it's better if the room collaborates on who get which award - most glittery shoes, best animal lover  - sometimes we make up our own just to get on with eating the treat without waiting for everyone to agree on the trophy's symbol. Mom usually goes a little more traditional with her award - best cook, most creative baker ( hence the Oscar treats). Everyone else usually goes for funny.

Earlier in the evening my mom and grandma were sharing war stories about getting me to put on socks - like it's a national crisis or and I'm not 30 years old- so later when the treats came out Jess dubbed mine as the Oscar for the Coldest Feet. My acceptance speech went something like this:

I would like to thank the academy, and my grandmother, and mother for constantly telling me to put on socks, you provided me with something to rebel against. Your constant nagging has made me never want to wear socks, out of spite, and helped me have this year's coldest feet.

Well, at least I thought it was funny...  Anyway, it's one of those silly little things that most people would say is nerdy or juvenile, but we like it and have fun with it. And I think, even though I am also the worst in the kitchen, I will continue this with my own family some day.