Was it worth it? Here we are two weeks later and I still have over half of them sitting in a tin on my coffee table. When a cookie is that loaded with sugar the most any self-respecting person can tackle is generally, well, one. (I did the math, by the way, and the frightening truth is that each cookie contained one Tablespoon of sugar!) I’ve managed to force down two, but by then my teeth are aching in protestation. Even my boys are waving the white flag. Sweet little Ian (who has been known to consume an entire bag of Hershey kisses) said, “Can I just have a half?”
Looking at the four dozen “forgotten cookies” now forgotten, I am almost willing to admit that possibly I bit off more than I could chew. Although, there is still time. They’re not bad yet. It would certainly be a shame to waste them after all that effort and teamwork. I wonder how well they will ship. If all else fails I bet they will make fine bait for the next animal that tries to take up residence in our garage. But that’s another story. To think, all of this started with a new cake platter. You know, my hubby just might have known what he was doing—or not doing—after all.
