A visit from my cookie weekend

Twas two weeks before Christmas
the kitchen was calling

I assembled utensils

as snow came a falling

(actually, it was a mild day with no snow)

The bowls were lined up

and the Kitchen Aid whirring

The dogs licked the floor

and the kitten was purring

(actually, the kitten is a cat and was upstairs hiding - but the

dogs helpfully licked the floor whenever needed)

The cookies like soldiers

were ready to go

my stomach was bloated
from sampling the dough

(actually, it was more like sampling whole cookies as they came

out of the oven, tasting the frosting, tasting a frosted cookie,

eating the ugly ones)

The crock pot was cooking

a wonderful dinner

after that much sugar

chili's always a winner

(the foil is there because my crock pot spits - very rude behavior for a crock pot. Crock pots are one of life's frustrations for me. When Norm and I were married, my brother David, gave us a little unassuming crock pot. I happily used it for a couple of years but then succumbed to the siren song of better, bigger, fancier crock pots. After acquiring my crock pot upgrade I gave away my first little crock pot and have forever regretted it. I didn't realize that my first crock pot was the best crock pot I would ever have. It even had the ability to go straight from being able to brown on the stove top to being plugged in. In 20+ years I have never been able to find that feature again. Every crock pot since has been adequate but has never measured up to that first crock pot. It's a lesson in life, I guess. Be happy and appreciate what you have. That grass that looks greener can't go from the stove top to the plug in and you will always regret trading it in. On the other hand, maybe the analogy isn't so good. There are some things in life that simply aren't working - so get rid of it and don't look back!)

Now the cookies are finished

and ready on plates
so how do I get rid of them?!!!!!!

they simply won't wait

(OK so I couldn't finish my poem properly to convey my ambivalence towards the rows and rows of cookies that are now on my counter. I want someone else to deliver them to people for me. Isn't that pathetic? Maybe I could just send an email to the intended recipients letting them know

their cookies are ready for pick up)

With that generous thought

I'll leave you so bright

Merry Christmas to all

and to all a good night

(OK, it was a silly rhyme. I DO hope you're feeling bright. Enjoy your week. If you're in the neighborhood, stop by for some cookies!)