Cookie Jar
Posted by Moose on May 1st, 2006. Filed under: I Live to Eat.A new addition to Casa de Moose is being threatened. My pristine counter may soon be marred by the appearance of a new appliance. The much-coveted cookie safe. This device has been dreamed about for months, as cookies disappear under my reign. My answer to the wails of “Where did all the cookies go?” is simple. You snooze, you lose. However, someone (the someone who is too slow on the cookie uptake) is getting crafty. I expect that any day I will find intricate plans for a locked cookie repository scrawled on a napkin. It will probably resemble a cross between a bread box and a gun safe. I imagine such a device will need to be commissioned, because they don’t sell things like that at Crate and Barrel. The day of its arrival will be sad indeed. I will be reduced to begging for a fix after my allotted half is gone. There will be much evil chuckling from the one who knows the code.
Anyone have tips for breaking into a safe?
Speaking of which, Cookie Jar is also the choice of Mini owners everywhere. Or at least the one Mini owner who reads this blog. Meaning that greywulf has officially won the cookie contest by naming my friend’s new car. Congratulations, Mr. Lupus Gris! Sadly, my understanding is that you live in England. If your pictures are to be believed. Every time I send a package to England, the post office gouges me for about 15 bucks.
However, I am feeling bad about excluding my international compatriots solely because of their address. Geographical prejudice is not something I want to encourage. But 15 bucks on postage, people. What if the cookies are bad? Is it worth sending bad cookies across an ocean? I can’t decide. So I am opening up another vote. Should I or should I not pony up the 15 clams to send some scones to the land of red phone booths and elderly queens?
You decide. Just click on that big number next to the title and scroll down the page to cast your vote. The fate of the scones awaits your word.
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