It’s 12 o’clock. Midnight. You should be in bed, but your sweet tooth is acting up. You stumble down the hallway and into the kitchen in hopes of finding the perfect remedy, sugar. Or, more specifically, a couple of your mom’s world famous chocolate chip cookies baked only hours before. You spot the cookie jar and excitedly reach in. Your hand closes around a particularly large cookie and your mouth begins to water as its aroma reaches your nostrils. As you take the first bite, you realize just how much you love the soft, sweet dough, the rich creamy texture, and best of all, the way the choc- wait a minute- chocolate chips are not supposed to be chewy or… wrinkly. You quickly turn on the light and realize that the baked good in your hand is a raisin “cookie”.
You must now make a decision, will you A) muscle your way past the raisins and finish the so-called “cookie” B) find someone else who wouldn’t mind eating the cookie imposter or C) toss that sucka in the trash.
If your answer is A then you obviously have no idea what a good, genuine cookie tastes like. (Or you have lost the use of your taste buds at some point in your life. If that’s true, then you have my deepest sympathy.) My advice to you would be to ask your doctor what the heck your problem is and maybe even consider getting some therapy.
If your answer was B then you’re probably a nice person who has never liked to waste food due to the fact that there are starving children in Kentucky (among other places). That’s very thoughtful but I bet you there’s not a single person out there who would really want to eat that “cookie” anyway (starving or not). Of course we’ve all eaten a raisin cookie at one time or another, even I’ve gagged through one to please my grandma, but I’m talking about eating it for the pleasure, the taste, for pure enjoyment.
Now for C; if your answer was C then you and I are just possibly kindred spirits. If you answered C then you truly appreciate and understand just how wonderful or *shudder* repulsive a cookie can be. If you answered C then I want to thank you. It’s the people like you, who are sensible and have good taste, that make the world a better place.
Today's guest post comes from my eldest daughter, ElemenoB. She is 15 years old and can be found running, reading, and taking pictures - but usually not at the same time. She loves "old things" like dilapidated houses and rusty trucks because of the personality and history which they exude. She enjoys perusing Country Living magazine and Pottery Barn books. Enchiladas, Remember the Titans and Agatha Christie are also among her favorites.