The bus stops at the corner. Doors open, and kids pour out, running here and there to get home for their after-school snack. You walk into your house and know immediately that Mom baked your favorite cookies. The smell is like a hug. It envelopes you and you can’t help yourself…you smile. You walk into the kitchen, and there on the table are 2 peanut butter cookies, perfectly round and with the cross-hatch on top, and a tall, ice cold cup of milk.
These cookies are available only by special request and are available by the dozen.