Monday Cookies

Spending the morning with my mom, we sat around reminiscing about the Christmas family gathering on who was there and what was said. It was one of those rare mornings with no interruptions, only quiet as we sat on the couch sipping coffee.

"Did Emily bake anything good at home ?"

This Holiday Season Emily baked so many cookies that it's probably the last thing on her mind right now. She made cookies for a bake sale at work. Then there was the Ministry's cookies for the homeless and baking for her Church for their Christmas Service.

I often wonder why we are so fascinated with cookies in the first place. Whenever there is an occasion where we are to bring a dessert or a small gift, it's always primarily cookies. What is it about them that is so appealing?

Well, I think it's because they are so easy to make and very accessible. If you're not baking them yourself, just go to your closest grocery store or even gas station. There are many varieties of cookies to choose from, you can't go wrong in selecting a type.

Somehow, the thought of homemade cookies brings to mind comfort and one's childhood. It must be the smell of them baking that fills the kitchen. You can't mess up a cookie, either. If the bottom comes out a little burnt or the cookie itself a little hard, we can still dip it in milk and it will taste great.

Why talk about cookies in the first place? Well, I think we need comfort in our lives. When we were little and we fell down hurting ourselves. Our moms gave us a hug or a kiss and a cookie. Suddenly, the tears stopped and things looked a little better.

Of course, as we get older, we need more than a cookie to fix things. We all need something to help us get past these speed bumps, that's why women in particular, love sweets.

So here we are on another Monday, getting ready for another week. Who knows what it will be like? Why not just pop some cookies in the oven , just in case.

Have a Blessed day everyone.


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