Sunday, December 16, 2001
The ants go marching one by one…
Yesterday I was lucky enough to get to attend a holiday get together at Chevy’s for the San Francisco Bay Area Mommies. It was really enjoyable to get to see the mommies with whom I chat so often online. Only five other moms were able to make it, but those that did were great ladies… quality more than making up for quantity.
Anyhow, one of the moms who came brought cookies to share with everyone. I may be wrong, but I think that they were vegan cookies. In any case, they were fairly good. There were some lumpy chocolate chip ones that were particularly yummy, but there were also some other funky chocolate chip ones that had a very dry consistancy. I gave those to the boys. Well? They’re kids, I figured they’d eat anything. From the living room, I heard my youngest son confide to my oldest, “Did you eat your cookie? I’m not eating mine it tastes like it has dead ants in it!“ Oh. If only he knew the prophesy which he spoke.
Thinking nothing more of the cookies, I left them on my computer desk where they sat all night long. When I woke up in the morning to check email, low and behold what do I find? Ants. Not a few. No. Not dozens. Not even thousands. There were—thousands. Literally. A long trail of them had formed from the heating vent up my desk, along the top of the shelves and down into the drawer where I had stashed them. Yes. I had ants in my drawers. Actually, ants everywhere. They didn’t seem to mind the overly strong coffee aftertaste of the one type, the funky texture of the other, and delighted in the one type I actually enjoyed. It seemed cruel. I had to throw the entire two bags of cookies out and am still, more than twelve hours later, catching the stray ant or twelve exploring my desk in hopes of finding the goodies. *sigh* Never a dull moment around here.
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tasha at 12/17/01 04:47 PM
oh no, I’m sorry about the ants. the hard ones had maple syrup—not sure how they were supposed to come out but they weren’t as good as I had expected. I’m throwing out that recipe.