Soggy Swashbuckling Sundays

Ah, ’twas a lovely cold, rainy, gloomy Sunday in Banff. Instead of watching the softball final at the park, I stayed in and made cookies and watched the game from my living room window. Much better.

Oh, mamasita, the cookies.

Maybe the best cookies I’ve ever made – and they didn’t even have chocolate in them. They were nothing fancy, just good ‘ol oatmeal raisin, but so soft and crispy and gooey. I halved the recipe, so maybe I put in too much butter… I must’ve done something wrong for them to turn out so tasty. Really though. The recipe made about a dozen cookies, and a day later there are only two left.  I may distract Chris and sneak into the bathroom and eat them later.

So, as the afternoon wore on, a little cuppa tea, snacks and short stories from Awkward Press filled the gap while waiting for Mad Men to start. My new friend Heather (don’t you love meeting internet friends? I do!) has a great short story in this issue about pirates overtaking an office. It was a great story, the type that makes you wish you could be a better writer. And also work in an office with more surly, rum-toting coworkers.

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