Every Monday my Mother opens her door to her grandchildren.
Every Monday Uncle Phil brings a box of his home grown vegetables. My Mother in return, makes him cookies, saying as she has said a hundred million times before (and Julie I am not exaggerating!)
"Sweets for the sweet!"
Every Monday the grandchildren, help make the cookies for Uncle Phil...or I should say lick the cookies for Uncle Phil!
Every Monday it is a three ring circus, the master cookie maker and her band of finger licking wonderment whip up cookies!
I cannot believe the magic she performs! How do these cookies turn out with so many little fingers in the dough?
May-May knows the trick to creating a chocolate mound; to kiss it!
Molly's smile tempts me to eat it, though I have witness that smile licking off all the frosting just so she could add more!
Such entertainment, such giggling pleasure, such lickable-likable-love in every bite! How can I live in France on Mondays?
photos: My nieces and Godchild, last Monday licking cookies.