Bean Loved her "Sweet Treats..."
My Mom would tell the story of how, when she was a child, a woman asked her if she had a sweet tooth? My Mom said she thought about this for just a moment and then opened her mouth wide and pointed to her teeth before declaring quite delightedly "they are all sweet teeth!" Bean, as my Mom was affectionately called, loved her sweets but her first treat of choice was always a cookie. Growing up our kitchen counter cookie jar was never empty much to the delight of the neighbor children. That was the kind of house my Mom ran, a house I'm sure she dreamed of creating when she was young, one where everyone was welcome to come in and make themselves at home knowing they could help themselves to the delights in the cookie jar, (or the frig depending on how hungry they were). Her personal indulgence was a cookie or three with a cup of hot, strong, black coffee. And...she was a dunker! When I was a kid I would groan when she dunked and wrinkle my nose at the layer of cru