The Best Cookies Ever!

Tuesday we went over to Fornell's new digs for some fine Craiger cusine and to see the new place. The house is laid out somewhat like ours except they have a bigger attic, an additional half bath and a bigger yard. They do have to share a driveway, but then again, we have to share an alley, so it all evens out.

I told Craig not to worry about making something a three year old would like. Noah ate some rice and then mounds and mounds of Swedish Pepparkakor or "wish cookies". You are supposed to hold them in the palm of your hand and tap them with your index finger. If they break into three pieces (see below) you get a wish. Noah didn't engage in the wishing part, but did dip them in Stan's coffee. I know, I know, we're great parents! What parent doesn't give their three year old coffee at 10 PM at night? Huh? We were kind of beat near the end of the night, but really enjoy having the Fornell's back in town. Word to C & T: if you move back to Portland, you can take us with you.