This is prompt #4 of the Instagram (@AmidreamEU) writing prompt #virtualcampfire2021, ignited by Christina Kapaun @southboundstories and Annyka Overton @chameleoncoaching as a series of writing prompts for ex-pats to share over the course of November.
In short, I miss my mother’s cookies (and my mother).
Her cookies are perfection, plain and simple.
These cookies are legendary. Back in the day, she would sell them two for an American dollar to help fund her charity bike rides, and she constantly sold out. People were addicted, they couldn’t get enough.
Her secret? She says she just follows the recipe in the Fanny Farmer Cookbook. (I do too, but mine is never as good as hers.)
The last time I went home I asked her for a ziplock bag full of peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies to take back with me. At first, she refused because they’d turn to crumbs before I would even get on the plane. (If they lasted that long.) I told her I absolutely didn’t care.
So, she filled up a bag for me.
En route my husband tried to eat a few so I put a stop to that real quick!
I ate them all – even all the crumbs!
I could probably go on, but that is the pinnacle.
Explanation of the last image: The trip home where my mother probably gave me the bag of cookies-turned-delicious-crumbs. I had made a series of funny, yet horribly unattractive faces – this was the best one of the lot at the time.
Over to You
Let me know in the comments:
What is your favorite food?
Why is that your favorite and when was the last time you had it?