Cookie Factory

December 27, 2012

Happy Birthday sister Regina!

Baking chewy oatmeal chocolate chip (had to cut up a boycotting Hershey’s milk chocolate bar) cookies. Theo claims Tia Paula makes the “best cookies on the island!” Told him that when I lived here, I used to bake and sell them each week in the little market and Taelor placed them in a basket to sell individually to the neighbors. She was a very successful vendor and it probably helped to have Lilly the Rottweiler as her if looks could kill protector. Without fail, Taelor came home with more money in her pocket than the determined marked prices.

All of the guests including the children arrive in a flurry of kisses of welcome on the cheek for everyone like long-lost relatives and a prolonged dry kiss goodbye upon departure. It’s very sweet.

Yet another bbq party! Roasted fresh potatoes and limp carrots for my contribution and   decided to take advantage of a relatively cooler day setting up side tables and chairs in the freshly swept carport. Steamy platters of meat arrive on the cluttered table as each piece finishes cooking. Forks pierce the fatty chunks of meat in the middle of the rectangular table, serving grandma her favorites and the children (who adore the chicken hearts) first.

Determined ruling shameless kids attend the food table with their new video games, difficult to see their meat munching faces behind the miniature screens. Ethan’s blanket drops constantly as well as his invariable pacifier companion. Dono gobbled meat and potatoes like there was no tomorrow. Poor thing frequently chokes on her food and usually disappears from the table with her wrinkled little hand over her puckered mouth. Today she stayed insisting on cookies and cake for dessert. She can eat me under the table though we have to cut her food into tiny pieces ‘cause she’s a woofer!

Grocery shopping! Home with scads of overfilled plastic bags of goodies. Little crispy hard to resist pao de queijo balls, Nestle’s (gulp) ice cream, dark beer, sugary pop, horrendously expensive cake in a box, mayo and tomato sauce in a triangle stand up bag, off brand potato chips, tortillas (didn’t have those when I lived here last) luxurious jarred mushrooms, paper towels (hard time explaining why it is a downer to buy these) tinned something or other, bottles of juice concentrate…that we mix with water and sugar. Oh, what to make for dinner at 10:00pm! Getting accustomed to the eating schedule yet still tend to still suffer when famished.