Wednesday, December 10, 2008



Every couple of years my mom hosts a cookie swap - everyone brings five dozen of one type of homemade cookie, we put them all on a table, and we all leave with a wide, wide variety of cookies. So, if 12 people come, everyone gets five of each type of cookie, and leaves with 60 total!

This year SIL and I decided to throw the affair (only, you know, at my parents' house). We made the cutting-edge invitations a few weeks ago, and were quite impressed with our cleverness and innate sense of aesthetics.

Lo and behold, time flies, and the cookie swap is coming up on Sunday. In between now and then I have quite a few things to do - prepare the house, we're getting the tree, I haven't really started my Christmas shopping, there's a haircut appointment somewhere in there, I have to make cookies for the work party on Friday, I really NEED to keep going on my gym routine, maybe I can make a cousin's basketball game? And I'm pretty sure I'm going to run out of underwear in two days, so it's either to the store I go, or it's time to do the laundry.

I have a pretty loose definition of "homemade" - to me, if I had to turn a spoon and pop it into the oven, it counts. I kind of thought that was standard line of thought, actually.

So, tonight, after picking up my dad's debit card that he had left at a store, finding an outfit for the work Christmas party, and grabbing some Christmas gifts, I didn't give a second thought to hitting up the grocery store for my cookie "ingredients": Betty Crocker mix and Hershey kisses.

The store was pretty much deserted at 10 p.m., so I had the aisle to myself as I stopped in front of the mixes, and pulled them down into my arms. I had four bags of Hershey kisses, and four bags of cookie mix (who needs a basket?) - I was reaching up for the fifth mix when I heard, from the end of the aisle, a shout:

"HEY! That's not homemade!!!!"

Surprised, I turned my head, and there were SIL and my brother at the end of the aisle! I stammered, and bags of mix tumbled out of my overflowing arms. I bent to pick one up, and another would drop. Apparently SIL thought that I was joking last week when I said that I'd use a mix... imagine the coincidence of coming upon me, in my bright yellow jacket, caught in the very act of buying mix a mere four days before the big event.

After explaining my "homemade" theory, I asked what they were doing there. They said that they were going to make "homemade pizza" tonight - I was all, "Oh, that's great!" and then my brother laughed and said, "Yeah, it's in the frozen food aisle."

Still counts in my book!

Hey, you were honest. Not your fault they didn't take you at your word :)
I am glad that you're blogging again on a regular basis. Please keep it up! :)
Is that for the little peanut butter ones? With the kiss in the middle? Those were GOOD, who cares how they came about??? They exist, and that should be enough to make people happy. Heck, I'm happy just thinking about them!
Ha! There's nothing wrong with cheating a bit.

You know what they say, cheaters always win, and winners always get 5 dozen homemade cookies (and everyone else gets 4 dozen homemade cookies and 1 dozen boxed cookies)!
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