Casuistry

“Sydney’s making dinner, but I kind of feel like making something fun.”

(Thus begins the trouble.)

“I need to use up those limes I bought recently, so how about my favorite lime-frosted tea cookies?”

(Those limes will last for weeks.  The mounds of tomatoes, zucchini, and peppers, on the other hand . . .)

“Oh, and making the cookies will use up an egg, too!  Great all around!”

(Speaking of round, the egg in its shell is built to last.  We needn’t even get into the rounding of the female figure that is likely to occur after the eating of all those lime cookies.  And don’t even look to Sydney: he hardly gets two or three before they disappear.)

“And besides, I’m too tired and lazy to do anything terribly useful before the day is out.  Why not celebrate the start of the school year with some delicious cookies?”

(Perhaps a more appropriate celebration to the start of school would be some work on my dissertation prospectus, the second draft of which was begun yesterday and is now being rudely abandoned for the kitchen.  The cookie, it appears, wins.)

Erin