Where Are The Cookies?

Helaine trusts me with everything except baked goods.

My friend Bob is making a quick stop in Connecticut this weekend. He’ll be staying with Helaine and me Saturday night.

Helaine, being the world’s best hostess, has baked. She’s the world’s best baker too.

There are cookies. There is cake. So I’ve been told.

Where are they? Damned if I know. I’ve looked.

Twenty five years of marriage! Helaine trusts me with everything except baked goods. For good reason. I cannot be trusted around anything with butter in it. I’d be bouncing like a twelve year old on a sugar high by now.

In Geoffspeak cookies does not have a singular form.

I went sleuthing. They are neither in the basement nor the dining room. In the past she has squirreled things away in the half bath downstairs.

Not food? Helaine, you wouldn’t hide food in the bathroom, would you?

I probably won’t actually see the stash until Saturday. She’s that good. They’re that well hidden.

My wife would make a great spy.

Quiet Mother’s Day

Is there any place where the food is less healthy? I’m not talking ingredients. Cracker Barrel’s weakness is their style of cooking, from an earlier era before we knew some foods could actually kill you!

Stef spent the weekend with us at home. I always laugh when I walk by her room and see her door closed and her lights off at midnight… or earlier. She is nocturnal, like me. This is a very early bedtime. I think she sees home as some form of rehab.

Today was Mother’s Day – time for Stef to get back on campus.

First, we went out for breakfast. Our Mother’s Day plans had changed a number of times, so our choices (on the busiest restaurant day of the year) were limited. We went to “Cracker Barrel,” partially because it’s our inside family joke and partially because it taste’s good.

Is there any place where the food is less healthy? I’m not talking ingredients. Cracker Barrel’s weakness is their style of cooking, from an earlier era before we knew some foods could actually kill you!

Bacon, ham, sausage, eggs… are my arteries hardening yet… grits, biscuits, potatoes. More than a few patrons had bodies which reflected a long running disregard for nutrition.

We had a long wait, which was to be expected today. Quite honestly, Cracker Barrel did an excellent job in handling this crowd. They had free coffee and other beverages, plus small biscuits and muffins.

A hostess wrote our order, so we could just hand it to our waitress as we sat down… an hour after we arrived.

Sin is always tasty. Damn you Cracker Barrel!

The trip to college was uneventful. Sure, our timing for traffic was pretty good, but I attribute a lot of it to E-ZPass. Or maybe I’m missing the bigger picture. Helaine was quick to point out the cost of fuel as we drove by the Turnpike’s service areas. Did I see less traffic because of $4/gal gas?

Helaine and I return to being empty nesters for another few days. Stef is back beginning this Thursday.

She turns 21. She has an internship. This will be an interesting summer.