I'm a fan of cookies. Partly, it is my mom's fault-- she made some great cookies when I was a kid, and still does. Then she did something brilliant: She taught my brother how to make them, and he is also a master. I remember in high school, he used to whip up a batch in between two-a-day football practices. Even now, I sometimes am the lucky recipient of a fresh batch on a birthday or holiday.
Let's haiku about cookies-- do what you want with this. Here, I will go first:
One of my secrets:
I can't be near lemon bars
It's bad for us both.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 formula and have some fun! Feel free to refer to anything that has occurred in the fruit salad of your life.
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Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve
Dozens to give away
Friends, elders,shut-ins
All got cookies for Christmas
All different kinds
At five, I chopped nuts
and stirred to mix the batter
an put them in tubs
At six, in boxes
at Seven oven duty
not too soon or long!
And delivery
from car to doors ev'ry week
and to the neighbors!
From five to eighteen
Helping Mom do the cookies
Was my gift to her.
Dozens and dozens
Ev'ry year, Mom's gifts of love
Celebrating Him!
Future millionaires:
ReplyDeleteTomorrow's best cookies will
Be Cheeto-favored!
Bob
Still crave school cookies,
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Made treats, once a week
Peanut butter, with
criss-crossed fork tines stamped on top,
Chewy, crumbly, oh .. .
Somewhere in N.C.
I hope the lunch ladies are
Still making them.
Raisins pretending
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So disappointing.
Mary S.
Cookies? um, cookies?
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Cooooooooooooooooooooookies. Yum. Cookies.
Some warm ginger snaps,
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Heaven on earth, yes.
No more Girl Scouts here.
ReplyDeleteBut still those cookies appear.
Thin Mints Samoas.
He developed ulcers
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The only thing that
Made them bite less was
A glass of milk and sugar
Cookies,so she made
Cookies all week long.
He still hurt,but what a cure!
Medicine of yum.
These round French rainbow-
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Silk middle frost: Sweet!
A bite into hot
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Cloud. You have to close
Your eyes to ready
Yourself for intense pleasure
Of the savor,which
Is akin to carnal.
O Glorious Chocolate
Chocolate Chip Rush!
My father grew up
ReplyDeleteOn a farm. German forbears
Made anise cookies
Treats called Springerle
The faint hint of licorice
Reminded of home.
He never found them
Those cookies, e'en though he searched
All those years later
Mother, rolling pin,
Sweet scent wafting in kitchen
Dark taste on the tongue.