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penser in the door. “I have to know what it is before I can tell you where to put it.”
“And I’m not going to tell you and spoil the surprise. Do you trust us to decide? I’ll consult with Kathy to get the woman’s viewpoint. And if you don’t like the place we choose, all you have to do is call us and we’ll move it to wherever you’d rather have it.”
“That works for me. Thanks, Ken. This is exciting. I’ll expect you at The Cookie Jar on Monday. And when I get home from work, I can ooh and ahh over my wonderful grand prize.”
When Hannah had replaced the receiver in the cradle, she turned to see Michelle standing behind her.
“I heard,” Michelle said. “You’d better buy a lottery ticket tonight. The jackpot is way up there and your luck’s changing for the better.”
“Thank goodness for that! It certainly didn’t start out being very lucky.”
“I know, but it’s a lot better now. You won a raffle and you’re going to have dinner at the best restaurant in the Lake Eden area with a man you love. What could be better than that?”
Nothing unless I can go back to this morning and avoid killing that man, Hannah thought, but she didn’t say it. That thought was depressing and she didn’t want to voice it. “Let’s put your theory to the test. I’ll open the refrigerator door and see if I can find something perfect for you to eat,” she said, crossing to the refrigerator, opening the door, and perusing the contents of the shelves inside.
“Do you have any bread?” Michelle asked, peering around her.
“Yes.”
“How about butter?”
“I always have butter.”
“Then I’ve got the perfect dinner if that box behind the sour cream is what I think it is.”
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“This one?” Hannah moved a box of Velveeta cheese to the front of the shelf.
“Yes. I’ll have a grilled cheese with some sliced tomatoes on the side. It’s one of my favorite meals. And I saw the ketchup so I’m all set. I just love grilled cheese cut in quarters and dipped in ketchup.”
“Okay. There’s half a bag of potato chips in the cupboard so you can have some of those, too. I made Chip Chip Hooray Cookies a couple of nights ago and they were left over. If you want some cookies for dessert, they’re in the cookie jar.”
“I love those cookies. That’s perfect, Hannah. I’m going to be having a gourmet meal.” Michelle glanced up at the clock and frowned. “I’ll feed Moishe. You don’t have time. If Norman’s picking you up at six-thirty and you want to shower and change, you’d better get cracking. It’s already ten after six. And don’t forget to buy that lottery ticket before you come back.”
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CHIP CHIP HOORAY COOKIES
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
1 and 1⁄2 cups softened butter (3 sticks, 3⁄4 pound, 12
ounces )
1 and ¼ cups white (granulated) sugar 2 large egg yolks ( Save the whites in a small,
covered plastic container to make Angel Kiss
Cookies or Angel Pillow Cookies)
1⁄2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 and 1⁄2 cups all-purpose flour (pack it down in the
cup when you measure it)
1 and 1⁄2 cups finely crushed plain regular potato chips (measure AFTER crushing—I used Lay’s,
put them in a plastic zip-lock bag and crushed
them with my hands)
3⁄4 cup white chocolate chips (I used Nestle Premium
White)
3⁄4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips (I used Nestle)
1⁄3 cup white (granulated) sugar for dipping Hannah’s 1st Note: Use regular potato chips, the thin salty ones. Don’t use baked chips, or rippled chips, or chips with the peels on, or kettle fried, or flavored, or anything that’s supposed to be better for you than those wonderfully greasy, salty old-fashioned crunchy potato chips.
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Lisa’s Note: I made these for the 4th of July picnic at Eden Lake and rolled them in a combination of
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penser in the door. “I have to know what it is before I can tell you where to put it.”
“And I’m not going to tell you and spoil the surprise. Do you trust us to decide? I’ll consult with Kathy to get the woman’s viewpoint. And if you don’t like the place we choose, all you have to do is call us and we’ll move it to wherever you’d rather have it.”
“That works for me. Thanks, Ken. This is exciting. I’ll expect you at The Cookie Jar on Monday. And when I get home from work, I can ooh and ahh over my wonderful grand prize.”
When Hannah had replaced the receiver in the cradle, she turned to see Michelle standing behind her.
“I heard,” Michelle said. “You’d better buy a lottery ticket tonight. The jackpot is way up there and your luck’s changing for the better.”
“Thank goodness for that! It certainly didn’t start out being very lucky.”
“I know, but it’s a lot better now. You won a raffle and you’re going to have dinner at the best restaurant in the Lake Eden area with a man you love. What could be better than that?”
Nothing unless I can go back to this morning and avoid killing that man, Hannah thought, but she didn’t say it. That thought was depressing and she didn’t want to voice it. “Let’s put your theory to the test. I’ll open the refrigerator door and see if I can find something perfect for you to eat,” she said, crossing to the refrigerator, opening the door, and perusing the contents of the shelves inside.
“Do you have any bread?” Michelle asked, peering around her.
“Yes.”
“How about butter?”
“I always have butter.”
“Then I’ve got the perfect dinner if that box behind the sour cream is what I think it is.”
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“This one?” Hannah moved a box of Velveeta cheese to the front of the shelf.
“Yes. I’ll have a grilled cheese with some sliced tomatoes on the side. It’s one of my favorite meals. And I saw the ketchup so I’m all set. I just love grilled cheese cut in quarters and dipped in ketchup.”
“Okay. There’s half a bag of potato chips in the cupboard so you can have some of those, too. I made Chip Chip Hooray Cookies a couple of nights ago and they were left over. If you want some cookies for dessert, they’re in the cookie jar.”
“I love those cookies. That’s perfect, Hannah. I’m going to be having a gourmet meal.” Michelle glanced up at the clock and frowned. “I’ll feed Moishe. You don’t have time. If Norman’s picking you up at six-thirty and you want to shower and change, you’d better get cracking. It’s already ten after six. And don’t forget to buy that lottery ticket before you come back.”
! % { # 9 *
CHIP CHIP HOORAY COOKIES
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
1 and 1⁄2 cups softened butter (3 sticks, 3⁄4 pound, 12
ounces )
1 and ¼ cups white (granulated) sugar 2 large egg yolks ( Save the whites in a small,
covered plastic container to make Angel Kiss
Cookies or Angel Pillow Cookies)
1⁄2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 and 1⁄2 cups all-purpose flour (pack it down in the
cup when you measure it)
1 and 1⁄2 cups finely crushed plain regular potato chips (measure AFTER crushing—I used Lay’s,
put them in a plastic zip-lock bag and crushed
them with my hands)
3⁄4 cup white chocolate chips (I used Nestle Premium
White)
3⁄4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips (I used Nestle)
1⁄3 cup white (granulated) sugar for dipping Hannah’s 1st Note: Use regular potato chips, the thin salty ones. Don’t use baked chips, or rippled chips, or chips with the peels on, or kettle fried, or flavored, or anything that’s supposed to be better for you than those wonderfully greasy, salty old-fashioned crunchy potato chips.
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Lisa’s Note: I made these for the 4th of July picnic at Eden Lake and rolled them in a combination of
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