Mmm… Cookies

I was at a loss for what to post all day, even though I’d had multiple things in mind.

One of them was about last night, when Sadie embraced the concept of cookies and milk wholeheartedly.

It was just before she went to bed, which in our latest incarnation of bedtime routine is between 20 and 90 minutes after Valerie, which has helped make her feel better about it.  I grabbed three cookies and a small glass of milk.  We’ve been buying semi-regularly the Wal-Mart cookies that are hard, creme filled ones, Oreo-like, for only $1.50 for a huge package.  Great kid snacks.  Everyone especially likes the vanilla, which is what I got.  Peanut butter is also good, and Valerie seems to like the chocolate.  I am not normally a fan of the type of cookie, nevermind brand or quality or anything, but these are decent.

They are especially good, as always, dipped in milk or coffee (or presumably tea, which was the main thing I grew up dipping hard cookies like Vienna fingers or almond windmills in).

I sat on the couch, where Sadie promptly swiped one of the cookies.  For some reason I hadn’t anticipated that, but not like it hurt me to eat one fewer.

Then she saw that I was gently dipping half of a cookie, biting it, then dipping the remaining half or so and eating that.  She had to try it.

This meant dipping the entire balance of her cookie, fingers and all, getting it dripping wet, nibbling off a tiny bit, wholesale dipping again, nibbling, and, well, “rinse and repeat” seems like a suitable expression here.  It was messily cute.

Then she had to drink some of the milk along with me.  She did a good job, considering she seldom drinks from a regular glass rather than a sippy cup.  Seemed to love it, too, so perhaps there’s life after strawberry milk.  Or coffee.  Or chocolate.

Actually, there’s a funny thing about this particular milk.  When we buy milk at Hannaford, it tastes fantastic and keeps for sometimes absurdly long times.  BJ’s milk is almost as good in both respects, but is $3.39 instead of $3.99, so lately I always get one or two at BJ’s if I am there.  Which I need to be in the next day or two, come to think of it, since we are low on wipes despite my best efforts to stockpile enough for the entire winter several weeks ago.  Of course, the kids, meaning Valerie of course, lost my BJ’s card.  When I thought I’d found it, that was my old one.  The cashiers used to be able to look you up from your license, right at the registers, but now someone at a desk with a computer has to do it, and if you’re lucky they aren’t dense and the computer isn’t trying to crash.  I soooo need to find that card, and really it should have turned up when I overhauled the office recently.  Which means I have to see how hard it is to get a replacement.  Probably easy, but I hate having to deal with it.

Anyway, Wal-Mart sells a house brand of milk, and a “name brand” that nobody’s ever heard of outside of a Wal-Mart.  The store brand was always a decent price, if not as much below supermarkets as you’d expect, but it tended to be funny tasting and keep poorly.  If it was going to be traumatic to buy milk elsewhere, I’d get it, but generally I’d avoid it, especially when it was something like $3.95 for that and $3.99 for the name brand on one recent visit.  The flavor of the milks was one of those “what did they feed the cows” odd tastes.  For instance, feeding them a lot of leavings from a chocolate factory might give them unpleasant tasting milk.  It seemed more like that than, say, seasonal feed differences.

The milk we were enjoying so much with the cookies was Wal-Mart’s store brand whole milk.  I was planning to buy some anyway; it was one of those times.  I was thrilled that it was $3.39, the kind of low price Wal-Mart is supposed to offer.  Then it tasted great!  The glass I poured with the cookies was my first taste of the gallon.  I was expecting the same drinkable but mildly bad taste.  No.  It could have come from Hannaford, it’s that good for a change.  Deb had already noticed the kids had been enthusiastic about it, and at its worst they’ll get a bit sullen about drinking it even with flavoring.  Yay!  Low price and quality both; that’s the way I like it.

As for Sadie, she didn’t ask for cookies tonight, so it didn’t stick in her memory.  Then again, she doesn’t ask for pie unless it’s triggered somehow, and pie is her favorite thing in the world, especially if it’s blueberry.  I shall have to learn how to make pie.  She did learn about gummy bears today, and was instantly hooked.  Her uncle will be proud.

Posted by on 09/19 at 09:49 PM

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