Two Peas

Like Mother...Like Daughter

This story begins in 1979 when I was just 9 years old. My mom had made some lovely peanut butter cookies with a Hershey Kiss on top. I didn't like peanut butter cookies. But, I did like Hershey's kisses. So, without too much thought I took a bunch of cookies to my room to eat...maybe about 10 over the course of the evening. I ate the chocolate off and then tossed the cookie in my waste paper basket. No problem. Well, at least until the next day when my mom saw them in the garbage. Yikes! I was busted and in trouble. Boo-hoo!

Tonight I made these same cookies for my babies. They (Mr. P and Busy Guy) had a great time helping make them. After dinner everyone dug in. The boys were chowing them down faster than I could toss them out. When I looked over at Sis to check on her progress...I saw something familiar:) What can I say...she's just like her Mama.