~;;~ Game Day pt.2: the cookies ~;;~

early morning

slant light, sun just over the mountains to the south

leaves turned into stained glass windows.  stained leaves?

I loved that yellow patch; the sun hit it like a spotlight  for a little while there

but here you see the storm creeping in

brave, but doomed

misty – the last one is for you.  last of the season.  maybe.

Bloggish asides: yesterday, I got these two security words, one right after another:

shings

dwings

please feel free to tell me what either or both mean, because I was dee-lighted.

GAME DAY:

This is Wonder Chaz.  She dropped in on the way to a Super Hero birthday party.

We are the gentle, unassuming parents.  We have NO idea what she does in her secret-identity spare time.

And here starts a tale: Scooter Makes Cookies.  He does this all the time with his mom.  See what a sober and thoughtful child he is?  (The brilliant Grandma Kathy – on Gin’s side – made him this apron, including embroidery.)

First we measure out.  Feel the texture?

Add the butter.

Very good.  Pour it in there.  Okay.  I’ll be right back.  You wait, okay?  Then we’ll finish.

“Hmmm,” Scoots thinks.  “Looks soft.”

“Does it taste soft?”  The grandmother chuckles, thinking only that this makes a great shot.  Then comes the mother: “Hey!!  You know the rules!”  They finish the batter together.  And after that, evidently, all rules are off.

Gotta try it, don’tcha?

Of course you do.

“I don’t know.  Did I take too much?  Is this morally right, one kid taking so much?”

“You know, I’m thinkin’ about that.  About all those other people who want cookies, too.”

“Naw.  If they wanted any, here’s the bowl, right out here in public.”

“Yes, but what if they don’t see the opportunity?  Should I save some of this for Gram?”

“But then, there you are, Gram – lookin’ straight at me, right through that lens.  So the question is, if I eat just a little more, will there be enough left for you?”

“You know I’m kidding, right?”

Coming: Game Day, pt. 3 – or: what I made myself.