Day 106

I was invited to a potluck dinner tomorrow. Usually I arrive at these things with some exotic dish, something that will make me look sophisticated and interesting, something ethnic like dolmas or trendy like a watermelon and basal salad. Today, I started to imagine what it would be like to show up as myself. What kind of food would I bring? I thought of those cookies they used to serve in the cafeteria at school, the ones that a kid would trade any three other items on the tray for. A heavenly concoction of cocoa, butter and sugar with just enough oatmeal to hold the whole thing together. At my school they were advertised on the weekly menu as Chocolate Dream Cookies. On the days they were served we all felt that the cafeteria gods were smiling down on us. Those are the cookies I will bring tomorrow: sweet, simple, cheap and delicious, everything I am and hope to be. Beside, it beats pork rinds and box wine.