Sunday, a beautiful box of homemade molasses cookies was left on my doorstep.  My friend Steve brought them into the house.  The sugar on the cracked tops is the fancy kind.  I drove back from Ohio Monday night.  Ate a couple with some hot tea. Mmmmmmmmm!  Reminded me of the cookies my mother used to bake.

I have called three friends to ask if they are the one who dropped off these delicious cookies. My friend V said that another friend came to her mind when I told her I didn’t know who made them.  I called.

Wasn’t her either!

Thank you for the delicious molasses cookies.  Whoever you are.

(and then I got worried and had to look up grammar rules- whoever/whomever?? )

Most people knew I was away with the family.  But maybe they thought I was driving back Sunday night?