cookies

We have a peasky neighbor.

He is 8 or 9 and comes over several times a week to get candy and cookies.

He comes in saying he wants to visit, but it is the sweets he wants. Miriam will ask him how old he is and where he goes to school and whether he likes school and where he lives and then rotate them all back again. I let the kid suffer.

So today he came over as she was making cookies. She has done this pretty well for a long time, but now it just is not working well. She fussed for a couple hours and then baked two or three cookies on a pizza pan. She gave two to the kid and said she did not want to make any more.

The dough was in a stainless steel serving pan, maybe 6 by 10 and 3 1/2 inches high. She was putting plastic wrap over the top of the dough when I last saw it.

Now it is gone. The kid may have taken it, but he is a pain, not a thief, though he likes to wander and wonder about what we have, but that 6 or 7 pounds of cooky dough has disappeared. It is here somewhere, but not in the refrigerator or the freezers (either of them) or the cupboards or the pantry.

When we need cookies I need to make the dough and then let her portion it onto the pans. That should make her feel good about what she did, but be a bit more on quality and quanity control.

The recipe she uses has a half batch and a full. I know she sometimes puts in ingredients, one from column 1 and one from column 2, so the results are not consistent.

Another reminder that the good old days are changing.