And so it begins . . .

Grandkids are coming to see me this weekend, so of course I checked my cookie jar. Only 4 small, stale, animal crackers. Time to bake!! (And to be honest, grandkids coming isn't the only reason I check my cookie jar.) This blog is going to be dedicated to cookies. Because I love cookies. I love to bake them and I love to eat them. They are a perfect little cake-like, hold in your hand treat. Even my favorite poem is about cookies:

A Cookie And A Kiss

A house should have a cookie jar
For when it's half past three
And children hurry home from school
As hungry as can be,

There's nothing quite so splendid
In filling children up
As spicy, fluffy ginger cakes
And sweet milk in a cup.

A house should have a mother
waiting with a hug
No matter what the boy brings home,
A puppy or a bug.

For children will only loiter
When the bell rings to dismiss
If no one's home to greet them
With a cookie and a kiss.

Isn't that a great poem? Yessiree, cookies and kisses. I don't know who wrote it, or where I even got it, but if anyone knows the author, let me know so I can give him or her credit.