Yes, I know everyone loves cookies. Not me. Despite anything I’ve done in my distant past to make it look like I’m an average mom, I’m not.
If the truth is to be told, I hate cookies.
Well, actually, I love to eat cookies. Why do you think I have to wear pantsuits? It’s the making of cookies that I loathe.
My first venture into cookie baking was way back in the last century while I guest starred on Sesame Street. There I was, trying to act like a normal First Lady, surrounded by these disgusting, evil little creatures. Elmo. Cookie Monster. Oscar the Grouch tried to help me cook but slobbered all over everything. Big Bird made a pass at me. He has hands under those wings.
Then I had to sit down and try to make something. Honestly, I don’t know if it was cookies, or a cake, but it was some kind of mix that required mixing ingredients together with my hands. I thought I was going to be sick.
So, they gave me two eggs to break. My husband was President of the freakin’ United States of America, and all these little creatures could say was, “We want cookies! We want cookies.”
Those are evil little creatures. Especially Big Bird.