Don't you think that cooking days are the very best days? Mom doesn't cook every day. Some days she fixes dinner for her and Dad and some days are do it yourself days for them. But then there are those wonderful days when she ties on her apron and puts some music on the player and makes special stuff.
Over the weekend Mom caught the cooking bug and made lots of good stuff to eat. For her and Dad she made an apple pie that smelled like cinnamon. That's a nice smell. She made them some chicken and rice and one night she made pattymelts with French fries. We all like French fries and she made sure there were enough for each of us to have three.
Then she got to the really good stuff. She made chocolate chip cookies for the peeps. Then she got out the big blue bowl and started making something else. What could it be? She put in oats and peanut butter.
She rolled out the dough and then she reached for the sprinkles. SPRINKLES!! She must be making cookies for us.
Here they are cooling.
Look a whole jar full of peanut butter oatmeal cookies with sprinkles.
I love cooking days.
Your pal, Fudge