Are Homemade Cookies Addictive? (standard:humor, 901 words)
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Some people say we are living in the "new normal." I'm not sure exactly what they mean, and I don't have the time to ask, nor the desire.

Some people say we are living in the "new normal." I'm not sure exactly
what they mean, and I don't have the time to ask, nor the desire. 

If the "new normal" is what I have been experiencing in the parsonage
for the last several months, I'm all for it. Let it continue. Everybody 
should be able to live their own normal. 

Because of being limited, as far as traveling is concerned and going
shopping or whatever, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I have 
spent a lot of time at home enjoying our time together. 

I must say that my wife and I don't always see eye to eye. After all,
I'm 6'3”, and she's only 5'2”. I'm tempted to say at times, but I value 
my life too much, that I have a "higher perspective" than my wife. But 
you didn't hear it for me. 

We have spent almost half a century together, and we're coming out of it
most amicably. Some people might say we were opposites in many regards. 
She's on the vegetable side of the table, and I'm on the fruit side. 

There have been some little clashes concerning that. She's a vegetable
connoisseur and I, well, let's say I'm a fruitoholic. The only veggie I 
really approve of is the Carrot Cake. 

Apart from that, we have been able to carve out a wonderful life
together. I didn't realize how much it was until all of this "lockdown" 
nonsense that we're in right now. 

When I go out, come home and walk into the house, I am overwhelmed by
the aroma that is all through the house. The first time this happened, 
I had to stop and try to figure out what was happening. Then it became 
clear, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage had spent the whole day 
cooking or baking. 

One day it is baking, and then the next day it is cooking and putting it
all together, it is marvelous. 

We haven't eaten out in a restaurant for months, but rather have enjoyed
home-cooked meals the whole time. I'm not sure if I should leave a tip! 


I remember one day when I came into the house the aroma was one of my
favorites. My wife had been baking cookies all day long, and the house 
was filled with that beautiful aroma. 

On the table were cookies just out of the oven, and in the oven was a
new batch of cookies. Those cookies on the table smelled so wonderful. 
Not only that, but they also looked delicious. I'm not sure what 
delicious looks like, but those cookies came very close to that 
definition. 

I came and stood by the cookies and looked at them, and then I heard,
"Don't you dare touch one of those cookies!" 

Looking up, my wife was staring at me, knowing full well my intent to
snatch a cookie. The problem with cookies on the table is when you take 
one, there is an empty space so you can't get away with it. 

“But, my dear, they look and smell so wonderful. This must be the best
batch of cookies you have ever made in your life.” 

I'm trying to negotiate into getting at least one cookie. The problem
is, nobody, especially me, can negotiate with the Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage. 

I looked at her, looked back at the cookies, and then again at her with
some of my most sorry-looking eyes I could manufacture. If I could have 
created a tear, I would've at that moment. 

At that time, I knew I would have to wait to have a cookie, but it was
just killing me to not only smelling them but seeing in the same room 
that I'm in. Such torture is inhuman. 

I went into the living room and sat down to watch a little TV. In a few
moments, my wife came in carrying one cookie and said, "You can have 


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