Christmas before this last one I didn't have a lot of cash, so I decided to go through my late grandma's recipe file and make some of her cookies and candies which were famous to us.
The oatmeal cookies were great. I put them on the pan, into the oven, and checked later and it was one gooey gelatinous sticky form that covered the top of the baking sheet. I had put in everything but the flour. The flour.
I wrapped it up and gave it to my family at Christmas. It was solidified, like amber had been poured over the pan. After a short speech that I acted like what I was about to bestow on them had a lot of meaning to me, to all of us. I choked up and told brother "just open it."
They laughed so hard they were all crying, once I told the story.
So, yeah, you probably don't want me in a cookie exchange. If we're having a Nacho exchange I might be interested.
