Monday, July 30, 2007

Tales of the Cookie Thief...

I baked cookies today.  Giant ginger cookies, big, chewy, gingery... the kids love them.  This is the second time this week I've made them, and they don't last long.

So, I had the first batch sitting on the cooling rack, heard the timer go off, and went to the kitchen to get the second batch out of the oven.  Now, the Impossible Son had come in a few minutes earlier to ask me a question, munching on a cookie he had filched from the cooling rack (no, he can't wait for them to cool off, he has to eat them RIGHT NOW!).  He wanted to know if his friends Sebastian and Gerardo could come in.  I said no, because I am also in the process of tidying up the living room, and ... well... baking cookies!  So, disappointed, he trudged back into the kitchen while I noodled around on the computer (translation, I was writing), and I heard a clatter.  "Hey, hands out of the cookie dough!" I shouted in the direction of the kitchen and got up.  The timer went off, and I walked into the kitchen, picking up the hot pads and looking at the cooling rack... and I stopped.  It was EMPTY!!  There had been 9 cookies sitting on that rack, cooling.  I heard the front door slam, and raced to the kitchen door to look out the front window.  There he was, racing across the front yard, bent over something that he was carrying in his arms.  I rushed to the front door, yanked it open, and bellowed his name just as he disappeared around the end of the hedge.  He reappeared with a mouthful of something, looking apprehensively toward me.

"Wha..?" he asked, bits of cookie flying out of his mouth.

"Where are the cookies?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"Wha oo-ies?" he asked, manfully trying to swallow.

"ASK before you take the cookies, Little Man," I said.  I could already hear his friends yelling, "Hey, aren't you bringing the cookies?"

They ate them ALL!!

I guess I make some pretty good cookies.  And I tell you, this batch isn't lasting any longer than the ones I made earlier this week.  I give them another hour, maybe.  For now, I think I better hurry back to the kitchen if I want to get at least ONE of the products of my labor!