A day in the life of my "Cookie Monster":
Mom, "These cookies are very good!"
me, "They are Grandma Douthit's oatmeal, raisen cookies; so they should be good."
(Grandma Douthit has been gone since 1968)
Mom, "Did you just slip over there and get them?"
(Grandma used to live across the road from us, when I was a kid.)
Mom, "These cookies are very good!"
me, "They are Grandma Douthit's oatmeal, raisen cookies; so they should be good."
(Grandma Douthit has been gone since 1968)
Mom, "Did you just slip over there and get them?"
(Grandma used to live across the road from us, when I was a kid.)
me, "slip over where mom?"
Pause...
Mom, "That's not right, is it?"
me, "No mom, Grandma isn't there anymore."
Sad face. :(
Pause...
Mom, "That's not right, is it?"
me, "No mom, Grandma isn't there anymore."
Sad face. :(
Mom loves cookies, whether they be home-made or store bought. I do believe her favorite cookie is Oatmeal! Probably has something to do with them being Grandma's, no doubt!
On another day, Mom looks around suspeciously...
"What ya lookin for mom?" I ask.
"Oh, I don't know. Something sweet??" she says.
"Would you like a cookie?" I guess at her desired target.
"Oh, yes! That would be nice." she exclaims.
"What kind of cookie would you like?" I ask, "we have Almond Windmill cookies, or Oreo Fudge Creams?"
She puckers up her face, as if deep in thought. A bright smile spreads across her face, "Fudge Creams!"
I just smile as I watch her enjoy her chocolate cookie.
Sometimes I just can't get ahead of the "cookie monster" so I also try to have on hand a good supply of Graham crackers, saltines and other more healthy "substitutes", such as carrot sticks, creamed cheese in celery, pickles, assorted fruit, cheese and crackers. Of course the latter gets met with a turned up nose by mom.
Hiding the sought after targets of her affection is another challenge. I usually hide them in the "bread box" behind the lessor used hamburger and hot dog buns or the "odditites" cabinet where I keep things that I don't use very often: like the bread maker, the air popper, and the dehydrator. I usually sandwich the cookies between the stacks of extra napkins and the "Keck's Root Beer" refillable bottles that we only take out for our town's annual fall fair.
Mom recently discovered my "bread box" hiding place for the cookies and I found hot dog buns and Hostess pies scattered amuck! She has yet to find the latter hiding place, however... so it's still safe to hide them there, as long as I don't let her see me getting them out. Funny how a woman who can't remember what day it is from one moment to the next, can remember where the hiding place is for cookies!
On another day, Mom looks around suspeciously...
"What ya lookin for mom?" I ask.
"Oh, I don't know. Something sweet??" she says.
"Would you like a cookie?" I guess at her desired target.
"Oh, yes! That would be nice." she exclaims.
"What kind of cookie would you like?" I ask, "we have Almond Windmill cookies, or Oreo Fudge Creams?"
She puckers up her face, as if deep in thought. A bright smile spreads across her face, "Fudge Creams!"
I just smile as I watch her enjoy her chocolate cookie.
Sometimes I just can't get ahead of the "cookie monster" so I also try to have on hand a good supply of Graham crackers, saltines and other more healthy "substitutes", such as carrot sticks, creamed cheese in celery, pickles, assorted fruit, cheese and crackers. Of course the latter gets met with a turned up nose by mom.
Hiding the sought after targets of her affection is another challenge. I usually hide them in the "bread box" behind the lessor used hamburger and hot dog buns or the "odditites" cabinet where I keep things that I don't use very often: like the bread maker, the air popper, and the dehydrator. I usually sandwich the cookies between the stacks of extra napkins and the "Keck's Root Beer" refillable bottles that we only take out for our town's annual fall fair.
Mom recently discovered my "bread box" hiding place for the cookies and I found hot dog buns and Hostess pies scattered amuck! She has yet to find the latter hiding place, however... so it's still safe to hide them there, as long as I don't let her see me getting them out. Funny how a woman who can't remember what day it is from one moment to the next, can remember where the hiding place is for cookies!
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