(10/4/91 / Winston Salem)

Comforting Place

You rush downstairs to the kitchen with excitement as the heart felt aroma of chocolate chip cookies seeps through every room in your house.
So enamored and filled with relief that your anguishing wait is over, you cannot help but notice each cookie's golden brown, wrinkled crust glistening as steam whisps seductively around your nose drawing you near, as if in a trance. While rich chocolate oasises seep delicately into each cookie.
And when they are finally cool enough to eat, you push and grab for the biggest chip, filled cookie on the rack and bite eagerly into the crust, but savoring every flavor.
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  • Sally Clarke (3/24/2006 12:42:00 PM)

    I'm starving! ! ! Pass the cookies! !

    Lovely write and a lovely read.

    Sally X

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