When Genius came home for Christmas, he brought homemade treats. The Pony and Hick were thrilled for the 9 x 11 pan of Rice Krispy Treats, made with peanut butter, and topped with a thick layer of hard chocolate. Just like my mom used to make.
Genius also brought us a tin of Snickerdoodles. He said they didn't turn out like he'd planned. Usually, Snickerdoodles are round and puffy. These were flat. They had assorted shapes. Some oblong, some triangle, a few almost round. Genius said they spread out into each other, and covered the pan while they were cooking.
Anyhoo... those were the most delicious Snickerdoodles ever! I had one on Christmas night. It tasted JUST LIKE A BROWN SUGAR CINNAMON POP TART! The tin was sitting on the table between the short couch and Hick's recliner. I made myself stop at one, because they were about the size of three regular cookies. Then we got busy with the casino the next day, and I got sick with my cold, then lost my smell and taste as I do every time I have a cold. For seven days this time!
Friday, I started getting back my taste and smell. In fact, it was the day I made a big pot of sausage, potatoes, and cabbage. Cooking cabbage never smelled so good! I think the steam from the simmering pot helped my sinuses, counteracting our dry air from the furnace running often.
Anyhoo, I was thrilled to be able to taste my supper. Even more thrilled looking forward to my dessert later while watching TV. I had been saving those Snickerdoodles until I could appreciate them.
Around 11:30, I sat down on the short couch to watch The Goldbergs. I reached for the cookie tin, almost drooling with anticipation.
IT WAS EMPTY!
Darn that Hick! He had plenty of other sweets to eat, though he's not supposed to have sugar! He had the rest of the Oreo Cake. The Oreos left over from making three cakes. Four kinds of candy brought to us by my sister the ex-mayor's wife, left over from her Christmas Eve bash. Homemade chocolate-covered cherries given to us by my best old ex-teaching buddy Mabel. Half of the Rice Krispy Treats left by Genius (the other half went home with The Pony). Blueberry pie Hick brought home from the Senior Center. Twizzlers candy that he got at the auction.
But no. Hick had to (secretly) consume the tin of Snickerdoodles gifted to us by Genius.
Can I get a sad, sad song played on the world's smallest violin?
It's playing. SWMBO came in yesterday to tell me she'd found two of the Snickerdoodles I had made before Christmas when she went to fill the cookie tin with her just-baked Five-C cookies. She loved those Snickerdoodles but she brought one of the remaining two to me. You might want to tell Hick this story and convince him to adopt more sharing ways. 😄
ReplyDeleteThank you for my serenade. Hick will usually share auction food and Senior Center leftovers with me. Sometimes he brings things just for me (he says) and then eats them when I say I don't want them.
DeleteI suppose I SHOULD HAVE TOLD Hick that I was saving the Snickerdoodles. I did that with some of the Sis candies, when I saw how rapidly they were disappearing. Then again, Hick should have brought the empty container to the kitchen, once he polished off those Snickerdoodles, and not let me ASSUME my treat was still safe.
Oh dear! I've had the same thing happen to me. When I thought about a leftover from the night before that I was really looking forward to finishing off the next day. After returning home from an all day visit, I went to get the leftover from the fridge and was told that I didn't have to worry about finishing the leftover as the person at home finished it off for me. Ugh! That was a few years ago and I still think about it. Ha! Genius will have to make those snickerdoodles for you again. He'll be thrilled to know you really liked them.
ReplyDeleteDon't you hate it when that happens??? Hick and Genius were well-known for their thieving ways. Always eating the last of something someone else had specifically requested, and leaving behind the empty box or carton. Then feigning ignorance about knowing it was someone else's treat, or that they had taken the last one.
DeleteYes, that's going in my next letter to Genius, how much I LOVED those Snickerdoodles. If only he could remember what went wrong, so he could recreate that flat cookie! He could even mail some to me. They were very durable!
I have learned to say, "Don't eat." i can imagine how disappointed you were to find the empty box still in place as though there were still cookies. At least you can smell again.
ReplyDeleteI am definitely calling dibs on my favorites now! And I am thrilled to smell again. Even the orange scent of my shampoo, and the wintergreenish aroma of the toilet cleaner are music to my nose.
DeleteI knew from the very beginning that you would not have any more of the cookies! have you not learned that you must HIDE your heart's desire?
ReplyDeleteThat's because you live with Hick's virtual twin! I didn't think I needed to hide the Snickerdoodles, because Hick had such a cornucopia of other sweets that I imagined he would be in a coma before he ran out and raided those cookies.
DeleteI hope you can hear my sad violin all the way over there. How dare he?? Really! That is the worst thing he could have done. He probably has some lame excuse such as "well you weren't eating any so I thought you didn't want them"
ReplyDeleteI do know how the flat cookie might have happened, if the individual spoonfuls were too close together they would all join up during baking. I'm so sorry you didn't get more than one.
I guess Blogger ate my reply I left a couple days ago!
DeleteYes, I detected the faint strains of your sad violin concerto. You are a smallest-violin virtuoso! Hick had no excuse at all!
I survived my lack of cookies. I'll probably never get any just like that again! Like the cake left out in the rain in that song, we'll never have that recipe again.
"Genius" probably melted his butter before adding other ingredients, when making his Snickerdoodles....that will make your cookies flatter than roadkill(but still tasty as heck!).
ReplyDeleteYou need a puzzle box to put your cookies in to keep them safe from marauding Hicks(or put them in a dark corner and add a little mouse trap in the container to keep his man hands from pinching your cookie bounty).
That's possible. He's made them before, though, and said these didn't turn out like the previous ones. They were definitely tasty! I enjoyed the flat texture and chewy-ness.
DeleteHeh, heh! I can imagine Hick trying to solve a puzzle box. Hard to decide if that would be more fun than the mousetrap!