today while out shopping for christmas
i unexpectedly ran into my old friend,
valentine’s day.
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“i had that curious feeling that i was living on several planes simultaneously;
the overlapping of these planes was confusing.”
-anna kavan
“happiness isn’t a fortune in a cookie. it’s deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.”
-elvis costello
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NATIONAL COOKIE DAY – December 4
The English word “cookie” is derived from the Dutch word koekie, meaning “little cake.”
Hard cookie-like wafers have existed for as long as baking has been documented. Not surprisingly, they traveled well, too, though were usually not sweet enough to be considered cookies by modern-day standards.
The origin of the cookie appears to begin in Persia in the 7th century, soon after the use of sugar became common in the region. They then spread to Europe through the Muslim conquest of Spain. Cookies were common at all levels of society throughout Europe by the 14th century, from the royal cuisine to the street vendors.
Cookies arrived in America in the 17th century. Macaroons and gingerbread cookies were among the popular early American cookies. In most English-speaking countries outside of North America, the most common word for cookie is “biscuit.” In some regions, both terms, cookies, and biscuits are used.
HOW TO OBSERVE NationalCookieDay
Pick up some cookies at your local bakery and remember to share them with family and friends. Or – make a list of your favorite cookies to bake and enjoy. Organize your baking tools and start your assembly line. Taste as you go.
NATIONAL COOKIE DAY HISTORY
In 1976, Sesame Street included National Cookie Day on its calendar for the first time. Cookie Monster also proclaimed his own National Cookie Day in the 1980 book The Sesame Street Dictionary. Then in 1987, Matt Nader of the Blue Chip Cookie Company created Cookie Day, celebrating it on December 4th.

on a rainy walk
a bridge
covered with shining confetti
a celebration
only thing I know
is that it was
something wonderful.
—
‘’I’m all about possibilities and about surprises and the life force.”
-joel grey
how many bubbles are in a glass of champagne?
—
french researcher, gerard liger-belair
has spent more than 15 years studying the drink
and has released his best guess:
2,000,000.
that is science, trial and error, trying until you get it right.
in support of his very thorough study,
I may be conducting my own research this evening.
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“champagne…it gives you the impression that every day is sunday.”
– marlene detrich
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credits: veuve cliquot vintage ad, Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, bbc
a tiny tricycle
decorated in garlands and sparkles
parked in the bike rack at the library
heard the train come through town
softly whistling the tune of jingle bells
watched the people line up
to catch the bus to the airport
taking them somewhere
where people were waiting to see them
turned to say hello
to the man walking his dog
in his Christmas pajamas
spent the day with family and friends
playing and laughing
simply enjoying the celebration
happy Christmas everyone.
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“our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at christmas-time.”
– laura ingalls wilder
(not me, a reenactor, but we do have similar pj’s and hair)
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many moons ago
when i lived a very busy life
single-mother, college, 2 jobs
I had family and friends over
to celebrate my daughter’s graduation.
the day started early
somehow everything came together
the party went well
my divorced parents got along
none of the food burnt
the cake turned out
everyone was pretty happy.
as the day wound down
there were just a couple of guests left
who wanted to stay to watch
the very end of a championship basketball game
we expected it would wrap up very quickly.
what are the odds
it broke records and went into triple overtime?
at a certain point
I could no longer stay awake
and tried the usual methods to end the day
yawning, cleaning up, sighing, talking about tomorrow
finally it was so bad
that I put my pajamas on and laid down on the floor
the game continued
the guests continued
at last there was a win and we said our goodbyes.
the next day,
I woke up went to work,
went to my class,
went to my other job
where my friend thanked me for a nice party.
I went on and on about how exhausted I was
due in part to these late guests
who just did not get the hint
that I needed to sleep
no matter what I said or did.
she nodded sympathetically
as I dramatically reenacted the entire end of the night
she listened quietly
until I finally had it out of my system and was done
and then she said,
“beth, that was us.”
epilogue:
we still are good friends and continue to laugh about it all these years later.
I am still not a good late-nighter and have a foggy memory.
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“the guest who outstays his fellow guests loses his overcoat.”
~ chinese proverb
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image credit: littlejayz/huffington post