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Today was the last day of my grandaughter' Alannah's s 4 day stay with me and she wanted to make some special cookies for her mum's return. She wanted to put them in a gift box!!!! well it took us longer to make the box than it did to make the cookies!!!! but we had a fab time. I wish you could smell them as they smell delicious, they taste pretty good to as we had to sample them.
Days like this are so special. xxx


I was warned that this would happen as I stirred the cookie dough.
"Now, if you eat too much of it, a pain inside will grow."
I didn't really listen as the ingredients swirled around.
I took a nip to try it; a better taste could not be found!

I couldn't stop! I ate and ate? a spoonful here then there.
Before I knew it, most was gone; the bowl was almost bare.
I looked down at my belly. It stuck out beneath my shirt.
And that is when the pain began, the ache - the awful hurt.

"It hurts!" I clutched my tummy as I sat down on the floor.
"Too much!" I cried to everyone. "The cookie dough? no more!"
I moaned as I regretted having taken every bite.
"I should not have eaten all that dough! I know now - you were right!"

There was nothing I could do but wait, the ache would go away.
I knew it must eventually. It couldn't stay all day.
I sat and waited patiently, and pouted; rubbed my tum.
Then I heard the ding-dong ring? the cookies! They were done!

Well, cookie dough and cookies are two very different things,
For my tummy feels much better once the oven timer rings.
It knows the fix for too much dough is cookies. I am sure.
It doesn't really make much sense, but b'lieve me it's the cure!