Crap! There are cookie crumbs in my pasta bowl again. I always seem to eat my cookies first…perhaps it’s because they are already ready to eat and pasta takes like three minutes to cook, you know? But seriously, it’s like an affliction or something. In fact, I have proof and cause…just look at this pic:
I think I rest my case. With cookie names like these I feel like I should saddle up on the sofa and watch me a John Wayne flick. Hey, where’s my daddy-o? Surely he must have some old VHS tapes somewhere.
Oh, and for the record, dinner tonight is artichoke ravioli with Mama’s pesto. I know, I know, artichokes give me gas, but that’s the beauty of being married to a sailor silly…he’s not here to suffer the consequences, heehee.
Giddyup partner! Lets go rustle up some more of those fine American cookies…