biped...."It was July, a little after the 4th. I was living in Fresno California the closest place to hell that you could possibly be without actually being dead, when my next door neighbor Cherl must of suffered a heat stroke cuz she decided to bake cookies. It was 105 outside and 98 inside her single wide trailer. There was no such thing as central air back then. So with her 3 year old napping she mixed up a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Well they would of been chocolate chip if the chips hadn't melted before they got into the batter. Undaunted we proceeded to bake as the temperature in the kitchen creeped up till it actually matched the outside. Just as we took the last pan out of the oven the baby wandered into the kitchen. A big smile formed on her sleepy little face and she started twirling in circles, jumping up and down."
baby Diana....."Oh My! Oh MY! It's Christmas! We have cookies, it must be Christmas."
biped..."On the way over to my cool (95 degree) trailer my friend Cheryl says to me."
Cheryl..."Quess I really should make cookies more often."