quixoticBrought a large box of cookies with me, I'd made them the night before. One batch of good gingersnaps, one batch of okay white chocolate almond. I put them on the kitchen table for anyone that wanted some.
One older woman had a few and wandered off, coming back a little later...
Old woman: "Who made these cookies?"
Me: "Oh, I did. Help yourself."
Old woman: "Oh, I did. They're good."
Me: "Thank you!"
Old woman: "...but not as good as mine."
*mutter, mutter.*
Next time, I'm bringing out the rolled icebox butter cookies of coronary shutdown. If she survives, she'll take that back.
