If and/or when I am burgled/assaulted/murdered in my own home I like to think that they'll catch me when I'm making cookies. Thus far this fall I've made numerous batches of: chocolate chip, chocolate chip & walnut, peanut butter, and oatmeal & cranberry. I don't know what it is, but I just get in these moods and I go stand at my counter for 30-45minutes and then VOILA! I have cookies in the oven.
I've always dreamt of the day when I can just open my cupboards and make some sort of sweet treat, whether it's of bread, cake, or cookie background, I can make you something tasty to eat. And let me tell you, I have flour, sugar, butter, brown sugar, oatmeal, nuts, and chocolate chips to last through a Christmas Extravaganza and then some. So please, just ask me.
I feel like being the person with shelves stocked perfectly to make any sweet at any moment says something wonderful about them. So when that criminal busts through the door, ready to nick me over the french press, I'll be sure to put up a fight if I've been baking cookies. Because then when they're reading my obituary they'll know what kind of woman I was.
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