A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death’s doorway, he suddenly smelled fresh-baked cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite: chocolate chip cookies!
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. His shaking, aged and withered hand made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table.
Suddenly a spatula smacked his hand. “Stay out of those,” his wife said. “They’re for the funeral.”
Many thanks SIR RALPH at Bluefish Way for sending this one! I did a quick search, many versions of
this piece are out there, so I have
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*And a special note from Martha Stewart, “Chocolate Chip Cookies, it’s a good thing…see my recipe to prepare for your next funeral.”
Okay, she didn’t say THAT, but it did sound like something she’d SAY. Here’s her recipe, make a batch today…soft and chewy chocolate chip cookies.
Disclaimer: No husbands were harmed in the making of this post, either in the test groups or the random samplers. 😉