Grandma’s Sweet Peanut Butter Cookies
Have you ever ate one of your favorite foods so much, that every time you reunite with them, it feels like your first time. Well that’s me with my delicious Grandma’s sweet peanut butter cookies from scratch. No matter how many times I eat them it always feels like their new to my taste buds. I will never forget the day my taste buds was in for a surprise. As I approach the turn to my Grandmother's house, my stomach turns in the anticipation of the perfectly sweet peanut butter cookie smell that awaits. As my mother turn up the long narrow gravel road and parked the car in front of her house. I stepped outside and a chilly little breeze bites at my cheeks. I take a deep breath and the sweet smell of burning cedar enters my nose. I look up to the chimney and see the gray puffs of smoke scatter as it hits the still winter air. I shut the car door and follow the sidewalk to the back door. I opened the door and the biggestsmile immediately spreads across my face. I see no one but my grandma and realize how much I miss her each and every time we leave from her. Before I can even get my shoes off, my grandma greets me with her usual warm hello. I smile back at her and ask what she's been up to, because we only go see her every couple of months since she lives miles away. But I don't even need to ask, I can already smell the fresh bread that’s been baking in the oven. I get up to go to the kitchen, and her pug dog, Mack, jumps up and tries to lick my hand. Even though I did not like dogs when I was little, it was just something about anything and everything in grandma’s house that seemed to be nice and sweet like jelly on biscuits. It felt like Grandmas house was a fluffy cloud with everything I ever dreamed of. My grandma follows me into the kitchen because she knows what I’m looking for. She makes a cute giggle as she secretly races me to the kitchen table. Of course I win, and low and beholds grandma’s sweet peanut butter cookies from scratch. She tries to