February 17, 2006
mmmm.... cookies
For Valentine's Day Fuller received a box from my parents. Inside were several home-baked goodies and a cute t-shirt that he has yet to wear because I haven't been the one dressing him lately.
Well, let me back up.
For Epiphany Fuller received a box from my parents with several home-baked goodies. There were a dozen large tea cakes. These cakes were made from a recipe that my mother found and decided was similar enough to the recipe that her Big Momma used to use to make tea cakes for my mom. And since my mother loves to share her past with her family, especially the tasty past, she made these for Fuller.
And Fuller loved every single one. Except the ones that I ate.
A few weeks after Epiphany, my mother called and she asked the question, "Why wasn't there a picture of Fuller eating one of the tea cakes?" And the only answer I could think of was, "I don't know." I mean, we take so many pictures of the kid, I could have gotten at least one picture of him chowing down on a tea cake.
So, for Valentine's Day Fuller recieved a box from my parents with several home-baked goodies. In a plastic container shaped like a heart were several small heart shaped cookies with red sprinkles. I gave Fuller a few of the cookies and he loved them. But he was easily distracted by the container because it had a bottom and a lid that attached and anything like that will entertain my son for hours. Or minutes.
Another one of the home-baked goodies were two cookies shaped like hands, each with a small heart afixed to the hand with a bit of red icing. Each hand represented the Shaker saying, "Hands to work, Hearts to God" and were nicely wrapped in red saran wrap with a red bow.
When we finished exploring the box, I went to move the small heart cookies to Fuller's cookie jar. I got distracted and started doing something else. Suddenly my ears heard a sound and I turned to see Fuller chowing down on one of the hand cookies- through the saran wrap. I quickly remedied that situation and let him eat the rest of the cookie- sans red plastic.
We saved the second hand until last night. Fuller received the cookie as his dessert and he loved it every much. Don't let the tears fool you.
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Posted by: austina at February 17, 2006 07:33 PMOh, how I miss the days of freshly-baked cookies.
Posted by: Chris T. at February 18, 2006 12:58 AM
















