Someone Has Sent Me Cookies.

Delightful cookies. Organic cookies from California, no less. Big, huge, oversized, delicious vegan cookies in flavors like Banana Nut and Cinnamon and Chocolate Chip and Oatmeal Walnut and ... well ... yum.

You would think that receiving a beautifully packaged collection of oversized and delicious cookies in the mail would not be un problema.

However, there is one major problema. These delicious cookies (and both Dave and I agree that they are, indeed, delicious) came with no note, no card, no hint whatsoever to indicate who sent them.

So who is my cookie patron? They were addressed to me, not Dave, so that is a hint.

I have polled family (dead end) and non-Internet friends (also a dead end). Family and non-virtual friends have not sent me the cookies. That is a fact.

So it must be, has to be, someone out there in knitter-land. To whom I am equally grateful and puzzled for such an act of generosity.

I would like to thiank you, but you gave me absolutely No Clue as to your name,

So, please 'fess up. They are truly wonderful and I am truly happy to have received them. But you are deeply upsetting my Southern sense of equilibrium and manners if proper thanks cannot be given.

If you don't want the whole world to know (or at least that nano-portion of the world who reads this blog), please email me privately at dezcrawford@hotmail.com.

I am just thunderboggled. Thanks. But do write.

Yum,

--Mambocat