Would You Like a Cookie?

Did you ever see the movie “Prizzi’s Honor”? Remember the cookie-loving Don Corrado Prizzi whose famous line is often repeated in our house – “Would you like a cookie?”

Prizzi was played by William Hickey. I was surprised to learn that Hickey was only 57 when he played his role as an old man in this 1985 movie. He died 12 years later at the age of 69.

I don’t remember most of the movie but I do remember his famous line about the cookie. Hmm … what does that say about me?

Raisins, nuts, and oatmeal too,

Mix it up and make a goo.

Spoon it on a cookie sheet,

Bake it quick and then you eat.


As usual, I cheat on recipes, trying to cut back on sugar and butter, but basically, here is the original recipe for you to change as you please. Put in the mixing bowl in the order given here and spoon onto greased baking sheet. 375 degrees for 8 to 10 min.

1 cup brown sugar

3/4 cup butter

1/4 cup water

1 egg

1 1/2 tsp. vanilla

3 cups oatflakes

1 cup flour

1/2 cup coconut

1/2 tsp. baking soda

1/2 tsp. cinnamon

1/2 tsp. salt

1 cup raisins

1/2 cup chopped walnuts

Sticky Buns

Saturdays from about nine until noon, the Farmer’s Market is a big attraction at the local fairgrounds. One reason to get there early is to be sure of finding a place to park so you don’t have to walk a mile. The other is to try to beat the line up in front of the baked goods booth where the best sticky buns in town are sold.

These huge homemade buns are like cinnamon rolls with a topping of baked on maple flavoured syrup and pecans. To die for! It’s like an addiction. My friend and I rush from our car to get in line even though the sticky bun baker hasn’t opened her stall yet. We get in line behind about ten people who are already waiting and in no time twenty more fall in line behind us. These sticky buns are famous.

We check our watches every two minutes, waiting for the magic 9:00 a.m. opening time, commenting on the passersby and calling out to friends going by.

A dog fight catches our attention. I’m glad we’re safely out of the way of the ruckus. “Wish people would keep their dogs on a leash. Did you see that schnauzer almost trip that woman?”

“Yeah, she spilled her coffee.” My friend shakes her head. “They shouldn’t even allow dogs in here where there’s food served.”

The baker uncovers the sticky buns and announces that she’s open for business.

Several people and one shaggy dog crowd closer to the table. The line splits into two, as the baker’s helper serves people as well.

“Good thing we got here when we did,” says my friend. “Sure hope they don’t run out of buns before we get to the front of the line.”

“No, I don’t think we need to worry. I see a whole bunch more on cookie sheets under the table.”

A shaft of sunlight comes streaming through the stall at an early morning angle, lighting up the sticky buns on the table as well as those underneath. The shaggy dog shakes himself. The beam of sunshine highlights dog hair everywhere as it floats through the air. I feel as if I’m watching the whole thing in slow motion. I’m horrified to see the dog hairs landing one by one, two by two, too many to count, right on the trays of sticky buns under the table. It’s not as if you can brush the hair off them either.

We get the last of the sticky buns from on top of the table and as they bring the trays up from underneath I know it’s the end of an era for me. I make a promise to myself.

“This will be my last sticky bun. My addiction is cured.”