One of my very good friends was talking to someone she knows that I do not know about my cookies. This person and I chatted and she ordered 9 dozen. She's never seen my cookies (they could be ugly as sin), nor tasted my cookies (could be hard as rocks and 3" thick with that nasty Crisco icing). Based soley on my friend's word, she ordered 9 dozen. This blows me over. And I think, I need to hire my friend! Or get more friends like her! She was asking what kind of commission she could earn promoting my cookies..............my answer, of course, was that she could have some cookies free, which was totally agreeable to her! Life is funny sometimes.
I remember I was in second grade when we had birthday treats for some little kid. And they brought in home made sugar cookies. And at that time, I thought all moms shared recipes, so I had no problem tearing into this cookie with enthusiasm. Only problem was, obviously their mom's recipe was not my mom's (technically, my grandma's) because I spit out that cookie and threw the rest away. I guess this proves I was sort of a cookie snob from the beginning. Another oddity? This sugar cookie recipe that I use for my cookies (with a little extra sugar added - sorry, Grandma!) was from my cooking grandma and not my baking grandma. So, I owe them both. They are probably baking up a storm in heaven, one making pudding pies and the other cinammon rolls and divinity.
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