As a Child...I was an Addict

It had to be somewhere around 1967, the news was full of the Vietnam War, Hippies, Student protests, Marijuana, Hashish, and Heroin. For me, it was Snoopy Cookies.

It was my mother who got me hooked. I don't know where she found the recipe and pattern cuts, but she did, and I could never get enough. They were a sugar cookie, and if done right they were on the verge of crisp but not quite. They were soft but not doughy.

I would drive her nuts about them, then one day, she couldn't find the recipe or pattern, she and I looked everywhere. Nothing could be found, and that taste was gone forever.

I have since tried sugar cookies made elsewhere and it has never been the same. The withdrawals were intense.

I was working in the attic the other day and came across the recipe and patterns!!!  I have yet to make them, but I will. But at the same time, I am nervous, what if my taste buds have changed, what if the flavor I remember so well is not the same. Will it destroy a childhood memory?

Then there is always the possibility, they will have the same taste, what if I get addicted again, what if I can't get enough of them, will I clear out my savings making sure I have enough to get a fix whenever I need one?

It just maybe that as a child I was too much of an Addict for them, perhaps my mother decided I had enough, how else can you explain having a recipe and pattern guide, for something you were making non-stop for your addict youngest son, end up in a box...in the attic.



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