Here lies the last cookie, found photographed on this camera, apparently sitting on the counter top. I just wanted one whole cookie, not three-quarters of one sitting on the counter.
And then I find this photo on the camera today and realize the last cookie, the one that I searched for last night and could not find, the one that I personally asked to be saved for me and that I could not find because it became a ‘photographic food model’ for my daughter who has hijacked my new camera and is going on a photo taking frenzy around the house forming little ‘photography sets’ of bottles of nail polish all lined up, jewelry in formation, etc… she’s on a creative tear around here and it cost me a cookie, and that cookie is now…inedible!
This morning I searched and found that cookie, wrapped in tin foil. I matched it up to the above photograph and it is indeed the same cookie, my conclusion based on my self-taught forensic work learned from watching Abby Sciuto on NCIS.
I would normally eat a cookie found on the counter, but I believe the scene of the crime took place right next to the small fish bowl, and I’m thinking the five-second food rule wouldn’t even apply for me right there, even thought we keep the counter very clean.
No, I will not eat this cookie. I will have to get another box.
Until then, I now have the evidence of who took the last cookie.
Crime does not pay, especially when it involves Christmas cookies!