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12.1.06

those round blue tins of torture

after decades of believing the danish sugar cookies that come in tins - some of them have crystallized sugar, some are coconut, in little stacks in folded paper that really ought to be filled with tiny cupcakes, you know the ones i mean - were awful, dry, bitter things, i have realized, because someone finally gave me a tin of danish sugar cookies of my own and to be nice i promptly opened them and ate one without making an icky face, that all the danish sugar cookies in my parents' and grandparents' houses, all those years, that i always had to eat one of to be polite even though they were awful and just the other side of unpalatable and that i now notice none of the grownups ever consumed, were absolutely, rancidly stale. Because someone always said don't you want a cookie? and you never wanted to disappoint them because it was your Grandmother so you couldn't say, no, those are awful, and it's the same tin as when we were here three months ago, and four months before that, and at thanksgiving, and last year and now you don't have a remotely sweet tooth. Coincidence?

scrawled @ 18:05