It's that time of year. Time to bake Christmas cookies. The problem at my pad, is that the cookies seem to disappear not long after they're baked. One year, I went into the freezer, where supposedly 120 chocolate chip cookies were waiting to be put on trays. But when I opened the containers, the only thing I found was a note that said, "Num Num Num." My husband had eaten all of them!
After that experience, I felt the best thing to do was hide the cookies. I came up with all kinds of great places to hide them, and they were never found. My family was not pleased about this arrangement. Especially my husband. So this year he thinks he's going to outsmart me.
I overheard a conversation between him and my kids. It went like this:
"Where do you think Mama hides the cookies, Daddy?"
"I don't know, Bubba. But I'm going to find them this year!"
"I know where she hides them," my daughter said.
"Where?" asked my husband.
"I'm not telling!" she replied.
I chuckled to myself. She gets brownie points from the Mama for that one!
Bubba got up. "I have an idea," he said. "Hold on a minute."
I heard him go down to the basement. A few minutes later he came back up.
"A metal detector?" asked my husband.
"Yeah, Daddy. She hides them in tins. The metal detector will help us find them!"
Okay. New plan. All cookies will be stored in plastic Tupperware containers!