Well, that is how I felt after posting that last (miserable) post! I guess the moral of the story is that there are always going to be inconsiderate people, or people just having a bad day around all the time….c’est la vie, eh?
So, this is the big 4 pound tin of cookies I bought. I really did have to go rescue them from the
monsters guys, as they nearly polished off the top layer! Okay, Michelle had some, and I had three. They sure are good!
Funny story, though….Ben only remembers those hard little Danish cookies that come in the blue tins. To me, they are too hard and dry. My father-in-law used to buy the Danish cookies, and when the kids came for a visit, he always offered them. They came in different shapes and had different variations….some had tiny raisin-looking fruits, (currents?) some had sugar sprinkled on top, and some were just plain made into different shapes.
Ben watched as I opened the big plaid tin. He looked at the top layer….then took a cookie. Mmmmm…..these are good! Then his hand reached in again, as he inquired where the “other” vareties were. I told him these are ALL Scottish shortbread. The look on his face was priceless! He has basically decided these cookies might surpass the Danish variety!