This is not a post about cookies

There are cookies involved in the writing of this post, however.

It's not often that I miss a day of posting, especially with the PictureADay blog, but it happens sometimes. Last night, instead of blogging and/or visiting blogger friends, I spent the entire evening editing my pictures from the weekend trip to the city and loading them onto Photobucket for my friends to view.

It took a long time.

My youngest son had also asked if he could see some of the shots, especially the ones of his older brother's workplace, and so I wanted to get all of it done right away.

Tonight I should be working on the heapload of paperwork that Maryland Disability has sent us to fill out, and I'll get to it soon. Looking over it, I see that a good 80% of it has already been answered by us but I will do what I must. I'm just grousing about it a little bit.

The post office is holding our mail for us until we get the mailbox and post fixed out on the main road. Some kindly person hit it Saturday night and I am sure their car is looking pretty bad after hitting that bad boy of a mail receptacle. So when I picked up all the correspondence at the post office and saw all the lovely stuff from the Disability claims office, I was excited because I thought we were getting my husband's approval letter rather than what was actually in the envelopes.

Sigh.

As we were driving home, I had this conversation with my husband:

ME: Do you want shrimp for dinner?

DH: (Wrinkling his face) How are you going to cook it? Are you cooking it like Adrienne does?

ME: I've just decided not to have shrimp now.

DH: Good.

ME: Meat loaf and mashed potatoes sound good, don't they? With some green beans?

DH: (Loudly) You never make meat loaf. I don't think you have ever made that. You're not going to make meat loaf. All that trouble? And mashed potatoes? You won't do that.

Of course, now I am definitely making all of it because someone just told me that I'm not. And besides, meatloaf and mashed potatoes sounded really comforting to me.

ME: I have made meatloaf tons of times.

DH: That's two thousand times. You have not made meatloaf two thousand times.

ME: It's a figure of speech, honey. I made it all the time when I used to do the cooking.

DH: You never did the cooking.

ME: Oh. My. God. This conversation is over. (pause) And I am making meatloaf.

DH: That will be the day.

Looking back, I am wondering if he was using psychology on me to get the meatloaf meal. But honestly, I don't think he was. He's just not the sort of person who does that (read: like me).

I have just finished an excellent meal of homemade meatloaf, creamy mashed potatoes with gravy, and a vegetable medly that warmed the cockles of my soul (whatever that is). I'm sure it also added a nice layer of goodness on my body, which should help me keep nice and warm this winter. Ha!

But the look on my husband's face when I served him this meal, his big smile, and hearing him tell me "this is really good, Kate", well this was why I made him these awesome peanut butter cookies for dessert.

See below for recipe.

Hey, come on. Give me a break. They were on sale at the WalMart.

Tomorrow, more pics of my visit to NYC.

Until then, my friends . . .