Bake Night
THE SECRET TO a good routine—one that feels anything but routine—is to mix it up. And that’s exactly what my family began doing on a random Tuesday evening about a year ago. It was a school/work night that was feeling like a beginning-of-the-week slog, and retreating to different rooms (or screens) postdinner seemed imminent. But on a lark, I pulled Martha’s Cookies book off the shelf and said, “Let’s bake something!” My son James was excited by the declaration alone—probably because it sounded vaguely like a science experiment to his then four-year old self. We settled on Snickerdoodles, and somewhere between measuring flour, the whir of the KitchenAid, the magic of the oven, and tasting our soft, chewy treat; family Bake Night was born. Since then, we’ve whipped up so many…