When my son was just a couple weeks old, I was feeling well enough in body and spirit to tackle the kitchen. As satisfying as Berger cookies are, my sweet tooth craved more. And we had reached a period where I could count on naps occurring frequently and somewhat predictably. So I took a few baby steps into the kitchen, starting with refrigerator cookies, rum balls, and icebox cakes. Cookies were easy; I could prepare the dough during one nap, refrigerate the dough until the next nap, and bake them during the next nap. Icebox pies were similarly easily and nap-friendly. There was nothing complex to them, and they felt a little more sophisticated than just eating slightly sweetened, freshly whipped cream and berries.