When we were home, all of the Denver grandkids were at our house on Saturday — in and out at various times. By the end of the day, there were only crumbs left in the cookie jar where I keep Oreos and only salt left in the jar where I keep pretzels. They’re there for the kids to eat! I have tried making homemade cookies, and at the end of the day, the kids prefer Oreos every time.
I keep Oreos in our cookie jar here in AZ as well, mostly because Bill likes them as much as the grands. But he gave up sweets for Lent, so the Oreos have been languishing in the metal cookie jar.
Until yesterday. Maggie and Lilly came over for lunch, where I served up my mom’s broccoli soup. Maggie brought a Greek salad to accompany the soup. After lunch, we sat outside and Lilly watered our plants. When they got ready to leave, Lilly asked me if she could have an Oreo. I told her yes, as long as it was okay with her mom. Next thing I knew, this happened……
The Oreo-loving gene runs strong in our family. It isn’t surprising that Bill was the one who helped her get her cookies. I wish I owned stock in Nabisco.
Have a great weekend.