I am a firm believer that cookies have many uses other than tasty orbs for masticating and swallowing and today's "Zits" comic strip confirms my belief. To summarize, the gangly teenage son comes home, presumably from school, where he has had a horrible day. He pronounces his hate for the world and everyone in it, then ends his tirade by telling his mother that the cookie she put in his lunch really was a nice touch.
My case in point - cookies can and do assuage even the most upset of individuals. I have previously written about my belief in the power of food as both a sustaining and placating force. We humans know we need food in order to exist and, many times, we need food in order to exist peacefully - both with others and within ourselves.
Cookies seem to be small, yet mighty motivators for people of all ages and stages. Cookies can be enjoyed by the very young and the very old, the very poor and the well-to-do as well as the influential and the uninfluential. Cookies seem to be a universal "Balm in Gilead" for a variety of situations in which tears might flow or tempers might flare.
Thusly, on this, the sixteenth day of September, in the year of our Lord, two thousand and eleven, I propose to throw away all pharmaceuticals and headache remedies associated with stress and anger and, instead, freely pass out homemade cookies to all whose day (or days) went badly. This shift from chemical dependency to cookie dependency could prove to be just what the doctor ordered!
Ancora imparo
