Christmas cookies
Wife and daughter are
off to a cookie decorating class this morning. My mission will be as the
official taster (hopefully). There is a little bit of the cookie monster in
most of us this time of year.
All of the cookies and
treats showing up at my workplace remind me of when I was the one bringing
them. We now have the recipe for the
cookies below and make them a couple of times each year.
written 12/15/05, revised 12/20/15
On the way out of town tomorrow to see a large client in Abilene. Actually, they are the biggest in more than dollars spent with my company. Of approximately the dozen or so employees, anyone of them could easily knock off 50 pounds and still not be considered thin.
Needed to take them something for the holidays. Realized without much contemplation, cookies would be perfect. In all probability, no one there ever passed up a good cookie.
The best, biggest, tastiest and highest calorie cookies to be found are possibly the chocolate chip cookies from the Doubletree Hotel chain. While visiting clients in Dallas, stopped to pick up a couple dozen cookies at a Doubletree.
Because of my daughter’s accident (see Groundhog Day blog entry), my car today is a rental car from the insurance company. It is a new silver nondescript Camry.
Walked out the front door of the Doubletree talking on the phone, adjusting my sunglasses, balancing a tray of cookies, holding a daytimer (remember when we all carried these) and fumbling with car keys. Clicked the car door fob without looking up while walking across the parking lot to the rental. Opened my car door still talking on the phone, listening to a coworker complain about our company’s management. Sitting in the car and still with the phone to my ear, I took off my sunglasses to see some notes in the daytimer for my next stop. I sat the daytimer down on the console beside the map (these were used to get around before GPSs). Map? I didn’t remember looking at any map. It then occurred to me, the interior was a darker shade of gray than I remembered and pretty sure the gloves in the passenger seat weren’t mine. I was in the wrong car. Quickly got out, looked around to make sure I was unobserved (it was embarrassing enough without anyone else seeing me) and made my way to the right car.
I will have to admit to walking up the wrong car a couple of times over the years, but never before made it inside. I came pretty close to driving this one away.
On the way out of town tomorrow to see a large client in Abilene. Actually, they are the biggest in more than dollars spent with my company. Of approximately the dozen or so employees, anyone of them could easily knock off 50 pounds and still not be considered thin.
Needed to take them something for the holidays. Realized without much contemplation, cookies would be perfect. In all probability, no one there ever passed up a good cookie.
The best, biggest, tastiest and highest calorie cookies to be found are possibly the chocolate chip cookies from the Doubletree Hotel chain. While visiting clients in Dallas, stopped to pick up a couple dozen cookies at a Doubletree.
Because of my daughter’s accident (see Groundhog Day blog entry), my car today is a rental car from the insurance company. It is a new silver nondescript Camry.
Walked out the front door of the Doubletree talking on the phone, adjusting my sunglasses, balancing a tray of cookies, holding a daytimer (remember when we all carried these) and fumbling with car keys. Clicked the car door fob without looking up while walking across the parking lot to the rental. Opened my car door still talking on the phone, listening to a coworker complain about our company’s management. Sitting in the car and still with the phone to my ear, I took off my sunglasses to see some notes in the daytimer for my next stop. I sat the daytimer down on the console beside the map (these were used to get around before GPSs). Map? I didn’t remember looking at any map. It then occurred to me, the interior was a darker shade of gray than I remembered and pretty sure the gloves in the passenger seat weren’t mine. I was in the wrong car. Quickly got out, looked around to make sure I was unobserved (it was embarrassing enough without anyone else seeing me) and made my way to the right car.
I will have to admit to walking up the wrong car a couple of times over the years, but never before made it inside. I came pretty close to driving this one away.
And, the cookies were very well received.
These are some of the cookies from the decorating class.
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