Cookie Thief
While squeezing the cooler back into its slot in the pantry on Saturday, I decided to tidy up at little. Alix's Grandmother had just left from a (horrible) visit and things were a little out of place due to her rummaging for lunch ingrediants while we were at work. The European in her will never die, and I know it was driving her nuts that we keep so much non-perishable items in the cupboards and pantry. So tidying I go, I lined all the nice bags with handles by size and squeezed them between the cooler and the wall. I moved some of the cat stuff around that we acquired while trying to find things that Beau could/would eat and I found a new less prominent home for the 500 count plastic silverware that I bought 2 years ago for Pirate Party and still have not made a dent in. And then I found it....I was heart broken....I was distressed....I was PISSED....the yummy and carefully hidden from me much less anyone else cookies were open. The cookies that were a gift from cakeinoz that I had been hoarding for our vacation in September. I was going to make a fancy version of smores out of them They are kind of graham crackery but like they had been spiced. They are delicate, tasty and mine. MINE DAMMIT! OK, I really thought I had gotten over it, but apparently not. So this weekend will be spent scouring the local World Market and any German stores I can find for my yummy treats. I was really looking forward to sharing them with my Mom and Dad. Now I have enough for each of us to have 1 Smore. I have 2 months, they have to be available somewhere. Unfortunately, I trashed the packaging already so the manufacturer is but a mystery. I am sure when Frau Cake returns from France she can assist in the correct spelling of Speculaas? and or the brand name. Maybe where ever I find them will also have the butter cookies and waffles too.
That would help ease my pain.