Cookies and milk

I live where my grandparents used to live before they moved into town.  My brother and I used to come over here a lot in the summertime on our bikes.  Usually this involved receiving cookies/cinnamon rolls/candy when we got here.  We also would come here, one at a time, for a sleepover a couple days in the summer.  We did all sorts of things here.  I learned to quilt here, I learned to crochet here (though I have kind of forgotten how to do this), we used fabric paint to do liquid embroidery on tablecloths.  We made doughnuts and rollkuchen for the guys in the field.  Ah, the memories.

Grandma always kept a well stocked freezer of cookies and such.  We’d go down to the basement to get stuff for supper, and generally she’d let me take a cookie, or two, out of the freezer and eat them frozen.  I don’t know why this was so much better than a thawed cookie, but it was.  The best were the oatmeal chocolate chip, because they are pretty easy to eat frozen.  They’re pretty thin and still chewy then.  Today I went downstairs to get something, and thought, I am going to have a frozen cookie.  And it was just as tasty.



About Kathy

I'm a twenty-something who loves animals, farming, photography and cooking/baking. Luckily enough, photography works really well with the other three subjects, so I carry my camera around practically everywhere. Other than that, my life is pretty uneventful.
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