"I can't believe you made Dad ANOTHER batch of those yucky cookies . . . a double batch no less . . . before making me some of MY favorite cookies! How long has it been since I've gotten ANY of my Molasses Apple Cookies anyway? Huh? HUH?"
No matter how old you are there are times when you just have to let it all go and revert back to being a little kid when the universe revolved around you and only you. You have to stomp your foot and throw a small hissy-fit.
This was the scene that took place in my kitchen yesterday when my daughter popped in on her way to her office in town.
A little background material. This child (I say "child" even though she's well into her fourth decade of life) dislikes walnuts. A lot. Her father's favorite cookie at the moment is Walnut Clusters which are chock full of walnuts and a picture of which appeared in my blog post yesterday. It so happens that at first glance Walnut Clusters look very much like Apple Molasses Cookies which are my daughter's favorite. (A cookie, by the way, that I don't think she has EVER made herself. I know, I know, Mom's always taste better.) Glancing at that picture in my yesterday's post, she thought I had made Apple Molasses Cookies . . . her desire for which she has been hinting strongly recently. Then imagine her plummeting hopes (not to mention primed taste buds) when she realized they were NOT her beloved Apple Molasses Cookies but, yet again (!), those yucky Walnut Clusters.
Well, I guess I know what I'll have to squeeze into my schedule today. 'Sokay, it's a cold day, a good day for baking cookies. What kind? Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll make some Molasses Apple Cookies for a change.
The train to Looneyville is picking up speed.
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