Who Took My Cookies?

I am not a cookie thief! Although... I have been the main suspect in the disappearance of Mom's cookies on several occasions. The cookies never really existed in the first place but were very real to her. Cookies are serious business to a woman who explored various recipes over several years until she created the best mouth watering cookies ever. Much to my Dad’s delight, she always had freshly baked cookies around. No need to steal them. They were always plentiful. So it is logical that cookies would be one of the reoccurring hallucinations that are real to her.

” Where are the cookies the neighbors brought?”, Mom demanded as I entered the room. I had been home all day and knew for sure that no one brought cookies so I logically replied that she must have been dreaming because there were no cookies. This angered her because she was sure there were cookies and that someone took them. My evil twin then stated emphatically that no one would sneak into the house to steal her cookies. She was still not convinced.

More recently, I have learned that if she believes there are cookies, in her mind there are cookies. Last week I tried to make cookies from scratch using a recipe from her recipe box thinking that it would be a great little treat for her. They were a dismal failure. I guess it is not the recipe but the cook who loves cooking that makes all the difference. I continue to keep cookie dough in the refrigerator and when she wonders where the cookies are within 10 minutes, she has fresh cookies on a plate next to her chair. Problem solved.