Homemade Hugs

When I was a young child there was nothing better than homemade cookies. Homemade cookies, fresh from the oven, were like treats on demand.

Have a crappy day at school?  Nothing a chocolate chip cookie or peanut butter cookie couldn’t fix.  Horrible weather outside, leaving you trapped indoors?  Cookie to the rescue.  But the best time to have a cookie was when they had been made for no reason.  None other than the fact that I enjoyed cookies.

Cookies were like a hug without actually getting a hug.  And the wild thing was, my mom wasn’t a fan of making them.  When I was older and I’d ask for a cookie, she’d tell me to make them myself.  She hated the work that went into making them.  (Cakes, buns and such were another story.)

I don’t make cookies all that often myself.  I know I could and no they aren’t hard to make.  But there is only so much a person can do  In a day.  And when I get the notion to make them, most often times I don’t have the ingredients.  By the time I’m back from buying everything I need, I no longer want the cookie.

Still, there is a part of me that when presented with fresh, homemade cookies reverts back to a young child relishing the simple glory of all that the cookie holds.

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One thought on “Homemade Hugs

  1. This post reminds me so much of my kids, I loved it. I would make the. Chocolate chip cookies on the last day of school before a break. I would also put glasses in the freezer an hour before so their would be super cold. Nice w

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