By Kevin Williams
So, Aster and I were going to eat lunch together while Rachel put Bea down for her afternoon nap. I asked Aster what she wanted to eat and she gave me her usual response: “What are my choices?” So I went through the usual list of suspects and she settled upon peanut butter and jelly. Then she said: “I have an idea, how about I make your sandwich and you make mine?” A little unsettling as she was still coughing and sniffling but after a week of her having a cold I’m probably about as immune as one can get, so she set about making my sandwich “I even used a heel because I know you like the heel,” Aster said (well, clarify, I don’t dislike the heel….I’ll eat it happily if its the last slice of bread, but isn’t my first choice). Here is some of her sandwich handiwork:
Thanks to Jay for leaving a freshly minted package of Hydrox cookies for me to enjoy at my parents. Well, you know, I’d almost need an Oreo to eat side by side with a Hydrox to really talk about them intelligently. These are not a cookie I’m familiar with so they aren’t steeped in the same nostalgia value that others have for them. I love the royal blue retro packaging. The smell when you open the package is a very pleasing wonderful whiff of chocolate and cream and sugar. The cookie part didn’t seem to adhere to the creme as well as Oreo does and the Hydrox seems just a hint harder/crunchier than an Oreo. But, geez, I mean, I can’t complain. I like them. Most of the missing cookies from the package are from me (my Dad swiped one). For those of you like me who are unfamiliar with the Hydrox, click here to read about their storied history.