Eat The Cookies
This blue can of Danish butter cookies was a reliable staple in my grandmother’s cupboard. She’d offer these sweet treats with Lipton tea, served in a china tea cup and saucer, because mugs were for hot coffee served to men in diners. She took her training us to be ladies and gentlemen very seriously.
I bought the exact same brand the other day and enjoyed a tea party with my four-year-old grandson. We peeled the tape that sealed the lid and spent a good length of time inspecting the variety of butter cookies. Two layers of cookies, separated by a sheet of paper; each layer with individual paper sleeves, three cookies in each. My grandmother allowed us three cookies and I followed tradition.
After we each ate three, he decided it would be okay if had just one more. His mother was at work, so I agreed. I didn’t worry about spoiling dinner, caloric intake or grams of sugar. We talked about making cookies, decorating cookies, what little kids had made these cookies — hopefully none I said.
He returned the tin to the cabinet and asked that instead of dinner, if we could have a tea party. An excellent idea.
“What do we do when they’re all gone?” I asked.
“Go to the store and get some more.”
Why didn’t I think of that?
BE F-G AWESOME TODAY!