Cookies

January 4, 2019

Of course it’s another food memory. Who doesn’t get a whiff of nostalgia when they smell baking bread, hear sizzling steak or taste home made fudge? Or whatever your memory is.
Mom would bake cookies almost every Saturday. Peanut butter, imprinted with crossed fork tines and chocolate chip with walnuts.
After cooling they were placed in a large Tupperware container, divided with foil- one side peanut butter and one choc chip.
For Christmas, they were made small, bite sized, for putting on a cookie tray with about fifteen other kinds that mom made. There were meringues, tinted pink and light green, thumbprint, three or four kinds of refrigerator cookies, including pinwheels; cookies shaped like bells (relatively easy to make) and candy canes; everyone’s favorite and some no one would eat, but they were tradition...like anise balls that had the consistency of rocks and were only good if soaked in coffee. As a child, I was not allowed to drink coffee, so they were inedible to me.
It was awesome.
I choose to never forget cookies, and to preserve that memory, I will eat as many as I can.

So, my theory is that as long as there are cookies, I will not get Alzheimer’s. (We will discuss logic on a future entry)