Rainbows in Fall

We went out for ice cream because I was too shy to tell him that I’d rather go to Cookie Plaza on 3rd and Main, it was after all, only our second date, but now I’m really beginning to think that it will most likely be our last. It’s Fall, and you want to take me out to get ice cream? Besides your useless degrees in math and physics, you have horrible taste. And what ice cream did you end up ordering? Rainbow Sherbert. Yeah, I bet you like Rainbows. I bet you also like America’s Next Top model, too. Rainbows in Fall? And how dare you laugh at my order of Cookie Cookie Milk ‘n Cream Dream, I hardly even wanted it because there wasn’t any real cookies in it, but what do I do when in a pinch, I make sacrifices, but my days of making sacrifices for TLC watching mathematicians are over.

Address Changing Won’t Change Me Tone…

Dr. Mister Binkski,

It has come to my attention that you have not been accepting any of the cookie platters I have been sending you. What did I do to deserve this sort of treatment from you? I’m no goon side show sliding down the street, I am the real deal, and I believe that it has taken you too long to realize this. Eating and making cookies is my life, and it has been that way my entire existence. The May Crackin’ Cookie Festival is just around the corner, and I still haven’t received any word from your people as to my acceptance for this years festivities. I know last year we had some mix ups, some ups and downs, but I’m more prepared this time around. I’ve been training non-stop since then, and I won’t let anything stand in my way, nor let anything bring my downfall! You can’t hold my passion against me, passion isn’t a crime,  for passion is what brought this event together; passion is it’s life blood. My life blood is cookies. I could go deeper into this subject, but I’m currently working on my book, and passion and cookie blood pretty much take up a dear amount of pages, so for your sake, I won’t spoil the treat, nor unveil to you (yet) the things that make THIS cookie baker tick. I’ll send you a copy around Christmas time. I’m hoping that I can have it out a month or so before that amazing holiday. Did you know that the Bolivians, not the Anglo Saxons, were the first group of man to leave cookies for Santa? In my vast amounts of research, I found that they had been leaving deer hearts and cola for the man in red before anyone every thought, “Hey, what about cookies?” That is a fact, and one of many facts that you’ll find in my upcoming novel. What do you think about that, huh? Years from now, Historians will look back and point their futuristic fingers at you, yes at you, for holding me back. My breakthrough is coming, and it’s going to happen at the festival, you have to believe in me!  Please try my cookies, before it’s too late. Too late for what?, you may ask. Too late for cookie time is my answer to you, good sir.

~Edward

Cookie Tosser

I was strolling away from Employee Cafeteria Lounge Room 154, when the sun hit me just right, and I heard a caw noise above me. Ah yes, the glorious Raven, all shimmering shinning splendor, I thought to myself, you look like you want me cookie. As soon as I thought the unthinkable cookie, strange vibrations left my me, like a tidal wave of hope for the less fortunate birdies, and so many more flew in. Ah shoot, how am I going to have enough cookies for all of you? I thought and deliberated, until the moment came to my realization to go back into Room 154 and start a bake off, a bake off to end all bake offs. A bake off for a reason. Needless to say, hours started passing, and before too long I had choco chip nut raisins to spread to an  entire flock of the glossy black winged friends of the forest. I ran outside and started chucking them like Frisbees that would never return. Acrobats and smiles and crys of triumph filled the morning sky.

my favorite cookie right now

I woke up this morning to see that me mom had made peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips in ‘em! That was my idea two days ago, but as it comes to me not making cookies well, it worked out much better this way.