Hubby and I met in college. We attended a very strict Bible college which did not allow any "public displays of affection" of any kind. We could not even hold hands on campus in public. One of the romantic things we started doing then was walking to the reservoir which was on campus but was blocked from view, it was the only place on such a small campus that a young couple could be alone. It was there we started observing "cookie night". On the full moon (when it was easier to see where we were walking), we would pack some cookies and head up to the reservoir to spend some much needed time alone where we could talk...yes, talk... out of the earshot of every other student on campus. I enjoyed those walks so much. It was dark and quiet and afforded us the chance to really get to know each other. I remember one night in particular that we were walking along the dirt road...this tiny campus was out in the sticks...and we heard the sound of hooves pounding on the ground. It wasn't until we were nearly run over by a herd of deer that we knew just how close they were to us! One other time I decided to make a batch of no-bake cookies, problem was, I forgot to allow the mixture to boil for a few minutes and we had to eat our "cookies" by scooping wet globs out of the dish...I should have taken a spoon!
Over the years we observed cookie night on occasion, but with the coming of children and a business to run and other activities, it was mostly forgotten or remembered after the fact. I can't tell you how many times I said..."oh last night was the full moon, I should have made cookies". Well...since tonight is the full moon and a blue one....making it extra special...today I baked cookies. I guess when we take the dogs out for their last walk tonight we will take some cookies with us and look at the moon.
