Baking Cookies

So I've come to adore the knocks on my front door...knowing full well who my visitors are. There are times I think I am annoyed at the kids down the block, yet every time I open my door to their smiling faces, hugs, and "Can I come in Miss Abby?" I change my mind. My heart simply yearns to spend more time hanging out with them...something my schedule does not allow this semester.

I spent the summer shooting hoops, recruiting them to help in the backyard, with the flowers, play games with, or to wash the car. They are part of my family here in Philly and I love it!

Today, the long awaited day arrived. We made cookies. I remember how many times I made cookies with my mom. We loved every minute of it. As I showed them De and Keenan how to make cookies we talked about school and sports. We talked about what we'd make next. I asked them if they had ever made cookies before. "NO," they responded quickly, with cookie dough all over their fingers, spooning the balls onto the trays then gazing longingly at the dough left in the bowl. How quickly little fingers can work at cookie dough! And how excited they were to take some home to their family! They informed me that if I must take the rest in to my students at school, "they better be good to get one of these cookies." "Or else," Keenan said, "I'm gonna have to come find them." I ensured them that I'd only give them to the "good ones," and only then would he head home again, informing me that for our next cooking time we should make "those peanut butter rice krispy things again."

If you ever want to bake and feel like a kid again...come on over!