© 2013 Aaron Atkinson

No Bake, No Good

Dinner with the in-laws is over. The ice cream that was planned for dessert is freezer burned and goes in the trash. My mother in law pulls a package of store-bought, left-over, no-bake cookies from the pantry.

They look lackluster and I pass.

My father in law’s parents are less discriminating, they each take a cookie. His mom takes one bite, curls her lip and discretely wraps the remainder of the cookie in her white paper napkin. His dad unenthusiastically eats the whole thing.

Pa: Those taste different from yours.

Ma: They sure do!

Pa: What’s different about them?

Ma: Simple. Mine are good.

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