The Christmas My Four Daughters Made A Gigantic Cookie That Even The Cookie Monster Couldn’t Eat
Posted: Friday, December 18, 2009
by Fran Larson
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My four little girls were growing up fast. They were already learning how to make simple meals. As a matter of fact, they each part each were assigned a night that they would prepare dinner. They each had their specialty, whether it was hot dogs or chicken and dumplings or meat loaf. It was usually delicious. I wanted them to always know how to cook and take care of themselves. So on this particular Christmas, I decided they didn't need my help in baking Christmas cookies. At that time their ages were probably 6, 8, 10, and 12.
I could smell the sweet chocolate aroma of cookies baking. You know how that is. Here it was Christmas and my sweet, grown-up little girls were baking all by themselves. I didn't hear the smoke alarm go off; I didn't hear any fighting between them. I only heard giggles and voices reading the recipe out loud. Occasionally, I would hear one of them call out "sugar" or "eggs" or "flour."
I waited patiently to get my first taste of their cookies. The whole house just smelled wonderful. I could almost taste those mouth-watering cookies, already.
Soon I heard a little voice say, "mom, it's time to taste the cookies."
I couldn't get to the kitchen fast enough because I knew my Little Angels had baked delicious cookies. Bless their hearts they had been working for hours.
The next thing I saw almost brought tears to my eyes. My nice huge Tupperware container held many many different kinds of cookies; sugar cookies M & M cookies peanut butter cookies and crescent cookies. There was only one problem. The girls had put the cookies in the Tupperware container when the cookies were still warm, consequently, the container held one giant cookie; and I do mean one giant cookie stuck together. My heart sank. I knew all the work they have put into making the cookies but I also knew it was my fault. I didn't caution them to cool the cookies good before putting them into the container. It was one of those awful mother moments where you feel so much like a failure. I praised them for doing such a good job and told them the giant cookie would be delicious and that we would break it apart and eat it.
Today, every time I bake cookies or see someone else baking cookies, I always think of this day -the day of the big giant cookie.
As for the cookie monster, he/she would have eaten that giant cookie, no matter how huge and round it was.
Cookie Monster is a fictional Muppet character on the children's television show Sesame Street . He is best known for his voracious appetite and his famous eating phrases: "Me want cookie!", "Me eat cookie!", and "Om Nom nom nom" (said through a mouth full of food). He often eats anything and everything, including danishes, donuts, lettuce, apples, bananas, as well as normally inedible objects such as salt and pepper shakers, signs, napkins, pencils, typewriters, telephones, motorcycles, Peabody Awards , trucks, a safe, a VW Beetle, and the Letter of the Day . However, as his name suggests, his preferred food is cookies . Chocolate chip cookies are his favorite kind; oatmeal cookies are his second favorite. In a song in 2004, Cookie Monster revealed that, before he ate his first cookie, he believes his name was Sid. Showing awareness of healthy eating habits for children, since 2006 he said that cookies are "a sometime snack" and that he also likes fruits and eggplant. (Wikipedia).
My four little girls are now four womderful, happy, well-adjusted adult women. I think (and hope) they will remember that day not as a disaster. but as a day of Christmas warmth and love.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
Norman Vincent Peale
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Neat and glad that you took us there with you! Marijo
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