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The Day I made cookies!

Cookies!! I made cookies today!!!

I love that word - “cookies”. It’s such a happy word, sparking childhood memories of hot chocolate chip cookies coming out of the oven and tall, cold glasses of milk.

But I didn’t make chocolate chip cookies (although now I really want to. Chocolate morsels are going on my shopping list!!). Instead I made snickerdoodles. Snickerdoodles aren’t my favorite cookies. I mean, I’ll eat them - I am after all a cookie monster at heart - but I don’t love them. My top five cookies are (because I know you’re just dying to know):

1. Chocolate chip (my grandma's recipe. Everyone else’s recipe pales in comparison!)
2. Oatmeal raisin (shocking, I know.)
3. Peanut butter (the secret is to use Crisco instead of butter. You’re welcome!)
4. Filled cookies (filled with nuts, dates, and raisins - my great, great grandma’s recipe. I call this the perfect breakfast cookie.)
5. Sugar cookies (there’s just something about that soft cookie with all of that sweet icing and sprinkles on top….)

And do you know what’s great about baking cookies? Besides the getting to eat them, I mean. Right now my whole house smells delectably like cookies! I swear if I could find a perfume that smelled exactly like this I would wear it all the time!

But, You’re probably wondering why I made snickerdoodles when they’re not even on my top 5 list. I made them for Bob, my neighbor that lives catty-corner to me and, to be honest, my favorite neighbor. I mean, he’s super nosy and has been referred to as the neighborhood busybody by one of my other neighbors, but he’s super sweet and he’s always keeping an eye out for me. The other day when I took my other neighbor’s dog back to them after it got out, they told me that Bob’s wife (who is in the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s) fell down some steps. She’s okay but she did sprain her wrist. Bob once told me that he and his wife both loved snickerdoodles, so I decided to give them both a little treat.

After they baked and I let them cool, I packed 12 of them in a small bakery box, donned my face mask, and marched over to their house. And, when Bob’s wife smiled big and said, “You made these for me?”, I knew it was so totally worth the effort. They invited me inside to have a cookie with them but I declined. With the virus out there it’s one thing to maintain a social distance while chatting for a few minutes on a front porch. I think it’s another to actually go inside someone’s house.

When I was in the process of mixing up my cookies, my cop friend called. He called me yesterday too. Yesterday I was working, so I was in my work attire: a raggedy old t-shirt that has bleach stains on it, yoga pants, slipper socks that had candy canes on them, my glasses (so I looked extra nerdy), and bed head that I had twisted into a low bun. This is my typical look whenever I’m working. Glamorous, I know. Yesterday my cop friend asked if he could stop over just for a minute. He sounded so serious that while I waited for him to get here I fretted over why he wanted to stop over instead of bettering my appearance. When I think back on it I could kick myself for at least not brushing my hair. I mean, it only takes like twenty seconds! What’s wrong with me?!!

Yesterday, when I answered my door, I didn’t even have a chance to ask him what was wrong. He rushed inside and kissed me. And he continued to kiss me. We were full on making out in my entryway. I don’t know for how long but it was definitely for longer than a minute. And then he had to get back to work. As hideous as I know I looked, one thing I’m grateful for is that it has always been a habit of mine to brush and floss my teeth as soon as I wake up in the morning. That’s the PSA dentists should be touting. Forget about telling kids that their teeth will fall out if they don’t take care of them. Tell them they’ll be thankful for healthy teeth and gums when a hunky man (or woman - whatever floats their boat) is kissing the hell out of them. Boom! I just cured worldwide gum disease. {insert soft piano keys and the words “the more you know” over a rainbow and stars here}

Today I was elbow’s deep in cookie batter when I answered with, “Sorry. You can’t come over to kiss me now. I’m busy baking cookies.” BTW… that was a lie. He SO was welcome to come over and kiss me. Sadly, he just wanted to see if he could see me tonight. And, when I said the word “cookies”, he was all over it. So, he’s coming over for dinner tonight. Since it’s a cool day, I’m making chili (one of my top 5 comfort foods {don’t worry, I won’t list them all out like I did with my favorite cookies [FYI: meatloaf and mashed potatoes, chili, a cheese sandwich and tomato soup, chicken noodle soup, and chicken and dumplings]}). I even ran to the store for some freshly baked bread. And, of course, snickerdoodles for dessert. I told him to bring Daisy over with him. I’m excited that I’ll get to play with a doggie!!

When I was at the store to pick up some bread for dinner I also wandered down the pet aisle. They really didn’t have a big selection of stuff but I did pick up this plush frog that has a squeaker in it’s belly. What can I say? I’m the type of person who likes to bribe dogs into liking me. I mean, I think Daisy already likes me, but I’m hoping this will just seal the deal.

^. .^ (I know this looks like a cat and not a dog, but it took me forever to figure out so I'm leaving it in here.)


3:14 p.m. - 2020-10-06


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