Treats for the sweet

The husband walked through the door after a long day of work to the smell of homemade cookies. Perhaps the thought crossed your mind that I'm a good wife. Well yes, as a matter of fact I am. Except the husband was a bit suspicious, the first thing he said was, "What's going on?"

Why does something have to be going on, can't I make cookies without something going on?

OK, there has been an occasion or two where I needed to bring a treat to some function, or to a friend who needed a little comfort, or participate in a dinner where I'm assigned the dessert. I'll give the husband a little credit for being suspicious, especially since I get protective of my baked goods when they're on their way out the door.

He's seen my wrath when he crosses over the yellow tape that reads CAUTION stay away, cookies are not for you! This usually happens when I've stepped out of the kitchen and he's trying to be sneaky. Even if he remembers to wipe the chocolate residue left on his lips, I've got a count on every cookie and know when he's been thieving. (see Like Father, Like Beagle )

This batch of cookies did not go to comfort a friend, nor was it baked for some function, and yes the husband was allowed to eat a few without his life being endangered. So your thoughts of me being a good wife are valid, but I'm here to tell ya, I'm a better mom. HA!

College boy was stopping by for a brief visit before his trip out of town. I thought I'd send him off with some love from his mama, besides one can never have enough road munchies.