For my birthday my daughter-in-law made me snicker-doodle cookies. I love that girl. She’s top drawer. We didn’t get there on my birthday so she saved them for me. When I got there she apologized that they weren’t fresh. I am used to eating cookies fresh from the oven.
We don’t have cookie jars in our house. We don’t need them. It’s not that we don’t have cookies. We have plenty of cookies. Any of the ladies in our house can crank out cookies like Krispy Kreme makes donuts. One daughter in particular could pay down the national debt selling homemade cookies, but we do not have a cookie jar. We never have had a cookie jar. We don’t need one. In our house the cookies get eaten right off the cookie sheet.
The children gather around the oven ready to pounce when the buzzer sounds. The second they come out of the oven they are really not even ready to eat. Before they have time to cool and harden the kids snatch them off in pieces and scarf them down like starving orphans. Sometimes I don’t even have time to brew coffee before the cookies are gone. Sometimes I just jump in risking injury and grab three or four cookies and hide them until the coffee is ready.
There are ten of us so we can go through three of four dozen cookies just warming up. It’ll be a sad day when we have to save our cookies in a jar and wait for the grandkids to visit to eat them. Right now we don’t have to worry about that. We won’t for a while.
