Cookies in the mail II
I came home last Monday to find an unexpected package at my doorstep. It didn't say where it originated. I couldn't distinguish the handwriting plus my maiden name was spelled wrong. I eagerly opened it, and there encased in the exactly measured cardboard box - an item wrapped in Christmas paper. Before I could even rip the wrap off, I noticed a picture taped on top of this mystery gift. Without any greeting or appending card, this symbolic signature came immediately familiar to me.
Dipped in milk for 6 to 10 seconds, this butter sandwich filled with semi-sweet fudge cookie is heaven to my midnight palate.
My monkey still knows how to be centered around his flower's aroma.... and palate.