My husband brakes for children’s lemonade stands.
Even if he’s out jogging and doesn’t have any money with him, he stops to tell them they have a very nice stand and that everything looks delicious. Most of the time he’ll come home, grab some money, and return to buy something.
Today, a group of children had set up their stand on his route home from the golf course and, as usual, he stopped. They were selling “lemonade, cookies, and cakes,” according to him. I don’t know what “cake” means in that description. Somehow I’m not picturing a line of layer cakes. Anyhow, he came in the house, announcing, “I brought you a cookie.”
Huh? That is very unlike him. Me being on a 30-year-diet, I mean.
Yet there it was. One small frosted cookie. (Incidentally, I had “iced cookie” written at first, but I think that may be a southern expression and I didn’t want you trying to imagine cookie in a glass.)
Then Dearly Beloved began his tale of how he’d stopped at the stand and admired the goodies–all 50 cents each– then asked for a cup of lemonade. He gave them a dollar and told them to keep the change for all their fine efforts.
He was getting back in the car when a little boy ran up to him, holding out a cookie, announcing, “Then you get a free cookie!”
Dearly Beloved thought that was the sweetest thing, so he brought the cookie home to me. It was a supermarket bakery cookie, I’m sure.
When I uploaded this photo–after I’d eaten the cookie– I noticed those little colored bits of frosting on top. Although I knew he hadn’t, I asked, “Did you remove the flower on top?”
“No, but I did drop the whole thing in my golf cap,” he confessed.
“Is there a flower in your hat?”
“No, there was no flower on it. I’m sure of that.”
Okay, look at that cookie picture again. There was something on that cookie. Absolutely. A flower or an Easter egg, perhaps. Bakeries don’t flick bits of frosting on cookies they’re trying to sell.
I think I know why the little boy decided it was a free cookie.
What would be your guess about the flower?
Licked or picked?
May the goodies in your Easter basket be hermetically sealed.