A Story About Italian Cookies...
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies
of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite
Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he
crawled downstairs. With labored breath, he leaned against the door
frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were if not for death's agony, he would
have thought himself already in heaven. For there, spread out upon waxed
paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite
anisette sprinkled cookies.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the
wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly
bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its
way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked
with a spatula by his wife.

"Get outta here! " she shouted , "They're for the funeral!"
S.A.G. ~ Kathy ~ Sanguine-choleric. Have fun...or else.

Adoramus te, Christe, et benedicimus tibi, quia per sanctam crucem tuam redemisti mundum.

Messages In This Thread
A Story About Italian Cookies... - by AdoramusTeChriste - 11-25-2006, 08:45 PM
A Story About Italian Cookies... - by jovan66102 - 11-26-2006, 01:47 AM
A Story About Italian Cookies... - by Historian - 11-26-2006, 03:14 AM
A Story About Italian Cookies... - by Avalonik - 11-26-2006, 03:50 AM
A Story About Italian Cookies... - by jovan66102 - 11-26-2006, 09:37 PM

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