Proof that people will eat anything if you cover it with chocolate.

Turner decides we need to make rice crispy treats. I think this was Wednesday. I was less than excited about making something sticky and gooey, but I dig around in the cabinets and find a few stale (and I mean super stale) marshmallows. I ask Turner to pour these into the pot. I add butter. He stirs. I give him the cereal to add. He does. I mix them up and put them in a little bowl. He presses them out. They were so stale, and he was so proud of them.
The next afternoon he tells me he wants to make corn cookies. I am completely unsure where the thought of corn and cookie came together, but Turner had put some thought into it.
"Those sound interesting. What kinds of things would be in a corn cookie?"
"Well," he says matter of fact like, "corn."
"Okay. Do you want me to write this down? So we can remember and make them later?" He agrees that we should. I write down the recipe. Here is what I scribed down:
"First add marshmallows. Second add ten pieces butter. Add bacon. Add ice chopped. Then add real corn."
Saturday we commence to corn cookie making.
He tells me the ingredients he wants and I fetch them from the fridge. While he adds ingredients together and stirs, I make snickerdoodles. I fill in some gaps in his recipe, telling him that my recipe calls for this so maybe he needs it too. I can only tell you the ingredients he used. He determined their ratio to one another.
Corn "the hard kind" which is frozen corn.
Sugar.
Cocoa.
An egg.
Baking Soda.
Flour.
"Four pieces of butter." Roughly 3 T. I talked him down from 10 because we didn't have enough butter.
Vanilla.






We bake these. I let them cook too long as we rushed around getting ready for the pool. Crunchy though, according to a mom at the pool, made them more tolerable. I ate the necessary one. Just one. It was okay because there was lots of butter and sugar and cocoa. Turner described them to Andy this morning as cookies "with corn. It goes from hard corn to gooey corn." And, well, the corn is very gooey. So we take these cookies to the pool. Noland's family is there. Noland eats one with his fingers over his nose "not wanting to hurt Turner's feelings." It was endearing. Kirsten, Noland's older sister, ate two. She thought they were really good. Turner had three or four yesterday (I mean, it contains a vegetable). Last night for dessert, though, he opted for a warm snickerdoodle.