My mama the cookie master.

My mama...

We sat one night late into the evening .

Making Christmas cookies.

Piles of them.

Flour and sugar everywhere.

The floor sticked.

Butter wrappers and egg shells 
lay in the floor.

 She was mad I had been 

on the phone for hours 

with my boyfriend.

I had no interest in making cookies.

Tapping her finger on the kitchen table.

A signal to get.off.the.phone.

She was determined to make a new cookie.
These

candy cane cookies that 

where just torture to do.

(She laughs now that we sat there and

actually made those cookies.)

We sat there for hours....
All the way to midnight.
Making candy cane cookies....

Cookies that is what my mama did.

Every year we'd bake and decorate thousands of them.
Plates lined the counters.
The sound of foil ripping to cover them.

I hated it.

I being her only daughter

got stuck doing it with her.

How I wish I had a sister.
But ...

She made the most perfect
delicious
 cookie you'd ever 
eat.

That is my mama.... the cookie master.
psss... I am kinda glad now that she made me help her....

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