French la Vie

 

(Chocolate kisses from the past. This is a repost from my blog in 2006. Though the children are older, and do not lick the spoons or their fingers as much… nothing has changed.) 

 

Every Monday my Mother opens her door to her grandchildren.

Every Monday Uncle Phil brings a box of his home grown vegetables. My Mother in return, makes him cookies, saying as she has said a hundred million times before (and Julie I am not exaggerating!)

"Sweets for the sweet!"

 

 

 

Every Monday the grandchildren help make the cookies…or I should say lick their fingers and spoon while making cookies.

 

 

 

 

Every Monday it is a three ring circus:

The Master Cookie Maker (My Mother) and her band of finger licking wonderment.

 

 

 

 

I cannot believe the magic she performs.

How do these cookies turn out with so many little fingers in the dough?

Or why is there any dough left after all the tasting going on?

 

 

 

 

All for one and one for all.

My mother is no stress when it comes to children and baking.

 

 

 

 

 

May-May knows the trick to creating a chocolate mound:

Kiss it.

 

 

 

 

Molly's smile tempts me to eat it, though I have witness that smile licking off all the frosting just so she could add more and more and more.

 

Such entertainment, such giggling pleasure, such lickable-likable-love in every bite.

How can I live in France on Mondays?

 

 

photos: My nieces and Godchild, last Monday licking cookies.