Over in one of the journals, someone asked Prospector how the meet-up went. His response led to me making a comment about how much I enjoyed the cookies our anonymous friend brought (I'm referring to the young lady who said she hasn't actually joined the forums yet, but saw the meet-up listed and came to check it out. I'm so sorry - I sat next to you all night and asked you your name twice, but I've already forgotten it!)
Anyway, someone else in the journals asked for more information about these wonderful cookies, and being in a kind of goofy mood, I penned this (fashioned on the famous Ode on a Grecian Urn) and posted it. But realizing that unless our anonymous friend signs up, she won't be able to see it there, I thought I'd post it here as well.
Ode on the Anonymous Cookies
Thou still unravished conveyors of goodness!
Thou foster child of coffee and cream.
Culinary historian, who canst thus express,
The tales of nuts and spices e'er sweet.
What hands shaped your tops,
So beautifully rounded,
And baked perfectly golden brown?
Tasted treats are sweet, but those not yet sampled
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft shapes linger on;
Not to the sensual tongue, but, more endear'd,
Scent to the spirit ditties with no hunger.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what table in First Canadian Place,
Didst thou bringst their floury goodness?
With which great MMM'ers didst thou share?
When dieters shall this sweet feast waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other foods
Friend to woman and man, to whom thou sayst,
"Taste is truth, truth beauty," – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
And now, having stayed reaaaaally late at work to clear some things off my desk, and having just eaten dinner at midnight, I am going to go and have dessert - the piece of coffee cake and lemon square that I brought home last night! Thanks all!