The Cup, the Cookies, and the Bride

Since I don't have a functional kitchen and I'm committed to only eating treats once a week for the rest of the year (or I owe my friend Kimberly $600), I haven't made cookies in FOREVER.  (And I LOVE cookies.)  Realizing that my kitchen will be ripped up forever, or longer, I collected (from various parts of my house) all that I'd need to make some dream cookies.  Milk chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, coconut, walnuts, oats, whole wheat flour, butter, real vanilla.  And they were AWESOME!!  I used my Grandma Olsen's tin measuring cup (the only one I could locate) to do the job.  My mom told me that when she was growing up, she and her siblings would fight over who got to drink out of it.  I had my cookies with cold milk from THE CUP.  Nothing better!  (Thanks for handing it down to me Mom!)


This afternoon, a neighbor friend, Amelia Rose, came over to play while her mom, Marnie, went to work.  When her dad, Hayden, came to fetch her, she ran and locked herself in the bathroom with Sophie and Hallee.  When I went to smoke them out I found Soph and Amelia turning Hallee into "a bride."  Shazaam!!


Never has a bride been so stunningly ornate!

Comments

  1. Beeeeeautifully written post, Helen. The picture is ultra clear of the kitchen situation. Is it done?...or do you need to borrow my magic wand? Speaking of magic, what a lovely Princess Bride we now have in the family. Does she sleep in those barettes?

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