Cookie disappointment

After spending my Sunday afternoon reading the newspaper and editing, I had grown restless and was overcome with a strange urge to bake cookies. I had no reason to bake cookies. And, more importantly, there would be no way I could eat two dozen cookies. But, I baked away anyhow, needing to do something other than look at my computer screen.

I measured and mixed away, making chocolate and butterscotch chip cookies because that was what I had in the pantry. And, when it was all done, the cookies weren't as good as the ones from a few weeks before, when I baked for Manoella. They were too sweet and not as soft and chewy this time. Very disappointing.

So, I packed some in a Tupperware container, rang Ralph's doorbell, and asked if he wanted some. Scott had one too. Just 14 more cookies to go.