{"id":128,"date":"2005-12-20T10:01:11","date_gmt":"2005-12-20T17:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=128"},"modified":"2005-12-20T10:23:48","modified_gmt":"2005-12-20T17:23:48","slug":"reason-number-223-my-ass-is-this-way","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/?p=128","title":{"rendered":"Reason number 223 my ass is this way"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img src='\/wp-content\/cookies.jpg' alt='' \/><\/p>\n<p>I was talking to Mom last night about my plans for the weekend. Now that they are set, and I&#8217;m getting to leave even earlier than I&#8217;d planned (which means I get to see GTB&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/myspace.com\/theconductorpdx\">band <\/a>play Thursday night, hooray!) I&#8217;m really excited. I told Mom that. She said, &#8220;Don&#8217;t wish the time away though&#8230;&#8221; I thought she was being sage and expected a different follow up than the one I got: &#8220;I still have a ton to do. I have to make cookies.&#8221; And at that sentence, I&#8217;m suddenly excited for Christmas. She had me at &#8220;cookies.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>See, my mom makes the best cookies EVER. Her oatmeal raisin are to die for. And her sugar cookies are perfect for both eating and decorating. But my favorite mom-made cookie is one that was on hiatus for several years.<\/p>\n<p>As far back as I can remember, so about late junior high, there was this one taste that I&#8217;d crave from time to time but could not pinpoint. It&#8217;s kind of coconutty, but subtly so. It&#8217;s got a tinge of vanilla, but it&#8217;s more complex than that. There was a cereal I can remember from high school (though I can&#8217;t remember now what it was called) that was close, but every time I ate it, it just made me more curious about that taste I was inexplicably longing for.<\/p>\n<p>Then, a few Christmases ago, mom made the cookies. I took one bite and exclaimed, &#8220;OHMYGOD, this is it!&#8221; Mom said she used to make them all the time when we were young, but hadn&#8217;t in many years. It was like coming home. It was delicious and nostalgic and blissful and, no kidding, made me cry a little.  <\/p>\n<p>Two years ago, when Mom was preparing to make her Christmas cookies, I asked her if she would be making those ones I liked from the year before. She pulled out the recipe and when I looked at the card, I noticed they were called, lamely, &#8220;Graham Cracker Goodies.&#8221; Never in the history of language has there been a bigger understatement. I pointed this out to Mom. She agreed and we set forth on a renaming mission.<\/p>\n<p>They were made mostly of graham crackers, so we decided that part of the name could stay. But &#8220;goodies&#8221; had to go. It just didn&#8217;t get at the sheer paradise of the cookie. We tried a few options that didn&#8217;t feel right either: Graham Cracker Perfection, Graham Cracker Heaven, Graham Cracker Holy Shit These are Fucking Amazing.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, Mom, being the brilliant and wise wordsmith she is, said, &#8220;How about Graham Cracker Cunninlingus?&#8221; Actually, that might have been my idea. It doesn&#8217;t matter who thought of it, the reaction from my sister who was in the other room (&#8220;You guys are gross!) and the indecency of naming something as holy as a Christmas cookie after oral sex paled in comparison to the pithyness of it.<\/p>\n<p>And so, in the last few days before I venture south for the holiday, I am daydreaming about Graham Cracker Cunninlingus. Finally, at long last, I&#8217;m happy it&#8217;s Christmas.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was talking to Mom last night about my plans for the weekend. Now that they are set, and I&#8217;m getting to leave even earlier than I&#8217;d planned (which means I get to see GTB&#8217;s band play Thursday night, hooray!) I&#8217;m really excited. I told Mom that. She said, &#8220;Don&#8217;t wish the time away though&#8230;&#8221; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=128"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hickopolis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}