Making Cookies, Again

You know, I really must apologize to my future daughters-in-law (should I eventually have some, that is) because I’ve raised a bunch of boys who like dessert. They don’t feel entitled to it, I don’t think, but I sure do get some plaintive looks after dinner if I announce that there isn’t anything sweet in the house. So, mythical future daughters-in-law, I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can turn this tide of dessert wanting, but I’ll do my best to get them to have some good habits, too. Like squeegeeing after showering or something like that.

Last night, I was without dessert. So, I threw together a phyllo dessert involving cream cheese, sugar, cinnamon and chocolate chips. I made individual little filled triangles and baked them until golden brown. The little triangles tasted good and the recipe was well received with the exception of my youngest son. He didn’t want to try the triangles. He declared that he would have milk for his dessert, instead, and told his brothers that they could have his. Later on, in the kitchen, I decided to try a bite of dessert, myself. He ambled in right as some of the creamy chocolate mixture was oozing out of the side of the phyllo triangle, looking surprisingly JUST LIKE an earthworm.

“Hey, E,” I said, “I know that you don’t want to eat the phyllo part of the triangle, but what do you think about this little worm here? Doesn’t he look delicious?”

You know what happened next, right? He came right over and delightedly ate the “worm”.

I’m never going to understand these boys, never.

Happy Friday, y’all!