Rocks

The local bakery has begun offering Snickerdoodles, a favorite cookie when I was growing up. I found a recipe. It was the wrong recipe. I crossed it out in the cookbook and wrote "WRONG" for whomever uses the cookbook next. On to the next recipe.

It’s been years

Since I’ve made cookies.

Not a surprise

They turned out

Like rocks;

They did not spread

On the pan

In the oven

Like I remembered.

They stayed round,

Cooled like lava cools.

Solid.

Though not as interesting

As lava

Which begins its life

Underground,

Streams molten

From volcanoes

Hardens into so many things

Fascinating.

No

These cookies

Were simply

Rocks.