Darn it! I just lost a chocolate chip on the floor. It fell right out of the pumpkin chocolate chip cookie; I was so much enjoying. What a bummer! Since that is the best part or shall I say the highlight of it all. Yes, of course, the rest of the cookie is good too. Oh but, when it comes to those sweet little chocolate chips it’s like losing a small treasure. They are so delicious! Such delightful little morsels melting i...
Last night the grasshoppers missed their cue to enter. Chomp. Chomp. Daddy's tiny dancer was playing Nutcracker. She plays that game with all of the cookies that she makes with Daddy's help. They bake cookies together. So much fun. Especially at Christmas time. The Nutcracker ballet comes. Tiny dancer is a ballerina. Dancing on pointe. Not really. Sigh. Some day. "Little one, where are the grasshoppers?" Daddy is stern. "...
Cookies and a Mothers Love In the kitchen, mom is baking awayWhile I am outside, happy at play. “Come in”, says she, a smile on her face“ Go to the table and take your place.” Warm from the oven appears a grand treatI rush to the table, quickly taking my seat. Here come the cookies, on a big plate.“Oh, please can I have one for I can not wait.” With love in my heart, and eyes all aglowA feeling so warm, from my head to my...
"It's not what it looks like," he said as I walked in. Ever since I was little I’d wanted to meet Santa, but silently sneaking down the stairs on Christmas Eve to find him standing over my father’s body was not how I’d pictured it. "You’ve kill my dad!" I cried as I rushed over to him. A glass of milk was spilled on the floor and chocolate chip cookies lay scattered like my broken hopes and dreams. "No, I didn’t. I promis...
Rainy days are not any fun. Sam and his little brother Jim knew this all too well. The constant rain for the past week forced the two boys to resort to other means of entertainment. Both of the boys would have loved to play in the snow, like they saw on the TV shows about Christmas. But the TV and Christmas Cards were the only places they saw snow. It had been raining for several days, and the constant rain killed any tho...
Sam trudged along the now familiar path around the storage area. Two hundred paces along the fence line, one hundred paces to the corner of the first building, two hundred fifty paces along the back of the building, and seventy-five paces back to the fence line, and then another round was complete. Forty laps, maybe even a few more, would be completed before his shift was over. Such was the life of a military security gua...
I run home after my dayI run back home for tea.The kettle is on, I kick off my shoesA plate full of biscuits awaits me.I examine the beauty of the single plateI hear my joy inside me, screamMy eyes scan the chocolate chip cookiesAnd the humble custard cream.My thoughts are jumbled - which should I choose?From my tea I take a swigJaffa Cakes, or the beautiful roll;Golden pastry with a sundried fig?Jammy Dodgers, Pink Panth...
