The White Cookie Evidence

Remember Cookiegate? When Hick was crinkling a cookie bag that he had hidden under his camouflage (of course) hat on the mantel, eating white cookies that he said were not Christmas cookies? Well, on Sunday evening, he brought up a bag from the basement for me! Don't worry. He still has six more left.

Not sure what all the fuss was about. The BEST BY date is over a year old!

I told the Cookiegate story to my sister the ex-mayor's wife, and showed her the picture. She said, "Where's the icing?" Good question. According to the label, the cookies are iced. You can see some remnants of a bit of icing. Not sure if they ever had much to begin with. I don't think it gets absorbed, or evaporates inside the bag. I told Sis, "Maybe that's why these cookies were being sold at the auction."

After Hick finished supper on Monday night, I heard that crinkling again. This time I knew what it was. So I hollered,

"Are you having your secret cookies again?"

"Yes. I swear, you could hear a mouse fart!"

Makes me hope he's not hiding a flatulent mouse under his camouflage cap.