Last night, I went to a fun party, played a hardcore game of Taboo and finally managed to get a monkey of my back.
Back in grade school, we were having some party and I brought in these fabulous cookies called Chinese Noodle Cookies, which are basically peanut butter, Chow Mien noodles and butterscotch chips. The ones I brought to school even had chocolate chips and little marshmallows.
With horror, I watched as no one at them and then I had to take the whole batch back home. Darn my classmates! Plus, really stupid. Those cookies were awesome!
I have carried this shame for close to 30 years ... until last night.
Most 38-year-olds are probably not in any position to ask their moms to make them cookies to take to a friend's holiday party, and if they are in the position, they probably just wouldn't. Most people aren't me. I am lucky to have a mom who will bake for me and I am shameless enough to ask her.
And what did I ask her to make: Chinese noodle cookies.
People even ate them. I told one of my friends at the party about the grade school experience, so she pointed it out to everyone else there, but that's cool. As long as people ate them.
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7 comments:
I forgot to point out how I totally eff-d over my ride home, making her wait outside in the cold for she said 20 minutes I say 15, but agree it was too long. I am sorry!
Also, for all you Mom fans, and you know who you are. I added a Mom tag with this post, so you can be sure not to miss any Mom-inspired prose.
I know! Frantic text messages at 10:30 at night.
xxoo
JTG
Alright...Nothing was frantic. I was simply trying to decide how long I just sat there before I started worrying you had fallen in the lobby bathroom and were lying there in a pool of blood. Not a big deal!
xo
me
I love all shout outs to your Mom. -- Ellen
I must not have been in your class. I've never turned a cookie down!
Not my fault someone lets her imagination run a little wild, but no biggie.
Ellen, I made the Mom tag for you.
And, I am just saying, I no one ate them.
I am a Trott. Did you not know that runaway imaginations come with the territory?
As far as the cookies. They are the best ever. Mom sent them to me once at college and they were gone by the end of the day.
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