February 17, 2024
I’m ready to write my cookie review. It all began just as Valentine’s Day was approaching. You see, Momma hadn’t made any….as in zero… Christmas cookies this year. She and Dad both became ill the beginning of December and by the time they were well, the neighbors were sharing trays and containers loaded with Christmas cookies. That meant Dad didn’t even get any chocolate jumbos in December. so Momma decided to make him some for a Valentine’s Day treat. After all, he was assuring that Momma and I would be climate comfortable with a new Valentine’s AC/Heatpump unit that he had installed,
so some chocolate jumbos would definitely be a good thing for Dad as they are one of his favorites.
Momma had made more cookies than Dad could enjoy before they
went stale, so she tucked some of them in the freezer. This morning, she dug
out one of the freezer packages and frosted those round chocolate treats with
the hole in the center so they would be ready when coffee break time rolls around. I have never experienced savoring a chocolate
jumbo. Dad said something about
chocolate not being good for me, but if you ask me, I think he just doesn’t want
to share his delectable treat.
Momma had set the cookies on a rack on the counter, giving
the frosting time to set up before packing them in a container. With Momma in the other room and Dad outside
in his workshop, I decided to do a bit of investigation. I raised myself up, carefully placing my
front paws on the edge of the counter and there they were, just out of reach, a
long stretch away on that rack that raised them off the counter. The delicious smell was all I needed to give me
the extra boost needed to make the stretch to snag one of those awesome
smelling chocolate rings with the buttercream frosting. OH MY!!
I could definitely see why Dad would want to keep every cookie for himself. I thought, maybe I should save him from overdosing
on them, and I snagged another one, and another one, and another one and OOPS. I only got halfway through the batch before
Momma made an appearance in the kitchen.
Caught mid-cookie. And I didn’t even
have time to clean up my crumbs to cover my indiscretion. I guesss I must have lost my mind. I was under the influence of chocolate jumbos.
Well, now that I have finally had the opportunity to sample a ‘few’ chocolate jumbos, I would say they are 5 star. Momma seems to think I might have had a different review if I hadn’t been interrupted. Something about a belly ache from too many cookies. I think I would have enjoyed finding out if that were indeed true, but Momma didn’t leave me unsupervised in the kitchen long enough. And to think I made sure not to smack while scarfing down my forbidden treat. I was in full stealth mode.
Now Dad is talking about how I might just have to find somewhere else to stay for a while. Does anyone have a spare dog bed they would like to offer me? Just until my latest incident blows over... and Dad stops crying.
I’m Chloe
