Or, perhaps I should say "lack thereof." Yep, I come home for Christmas, and one evening Mom decided to make Christmas cookies, my favorite kind, the chocolate ones with meltaway mints in the center. They were truly beautiful cookies, all pink and green and yellow; I even got to eat one (by permission) that evening. But the next day, I went to search for the cookies, and lo, they were not to be found. There was no plate sitting on the counter; I did not even find a tupperware container bearing the treasured treats. After much rummaging about in every nook and cranny both high and low, I finally opened the freezer, and Behold! the cookies did sit on a shelf in the freezer. My (very logical) conclusion was that Mom was saving the cookies for Christmas eve, therefore, she must have put them in the freezer to preserve them until that time. Well, I was a very good and patient daughter, not taking even one cookie from that batch. A couple of days later I opened the freezer door, and, horrors! the bag was there no longer! I quickly alerted Mom to the fact and inquired if the cookies had decided to take up walking as very wholesome exercise. I then learned that the cookies had not taken up exercise of their own accord, but had been forced to accompany a certain individual. My dismay was increased tenfold when I learned that my own brother had betrayed the cookies to a bitter end in the stomachs of his teammates. Such sorrow, such grief has never been felt by my own deprived tastebuds. Those cookies came to their doom in a bunch of ravenous teenage guys, who will consume anything in sight. I christen them Cookie Banes. Thus ended the saga of the One and Only Batch of Christmas Cookies to enter this house during this season.
Oh well, the story is not wholly without hope, as Mom has just promised me a Christmas pie.
5 comments:
My dear "deprived" daughter, the only thing lacking from this post is the sound of your violin playing some sorrowful melody. I'm disinclined to reward those who nab baby Jesus from the nativity just so our home will be 2nd Commandment approved. I suggest you follow the example of Gabi and Sarah and make your own cookies. :) Love you.
Ah, Ashlea, I know your troubles! Younger brothers should never be let near cookies...
I made 63 cut out cookies. Two days later (when I got around to frosting them) there were 49. Post frosting, 4 were consumed this morning alone. And Mom says I'm crazy for stashing some away in the freezer so we have them to eat on Christmas day :)...
Hrrmph. Well, I was already planning to bring some cookies with me to your apartment. So you will get some cookies, at least. :)
It's amazing how well-trained my younger brothers are. They didn't touch my cookies! Of course, I promised them their very own batch after the others were mailed, if they maintained their self-control. They did, so they obtained several dozens of chocolate chippers last night. That should keep 'em happy. ;)
I don't get it; your brother and his friends were functioning precisely as they ought to function! Why so distraught and dismayed, O Deprived One?
Poor Ashlea-- I suffered a similar experience with a different treat. It was a very disheartening trial to undergo.
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