Jennifer groat

She was as sweet as the cookies she made,

So perfect they could be framed,

She always knew exactly how you’d want them laid.

Down to the eggs, flour, and sugar

She knew whether you liked them soft, sweet and gooey

Or crunchy, salty, and chewy.

She told me every ingredient matters.

No matter the look of the batter.

You can make them with lemon or berries

She always loved the way they could vary

The smell of them lingers,

Even long after baked.

A crispy edge with a gooey center,

I bake them the way she used to love,

So the scent of them lingers.