Ah, six geese a-laying. How I love thee, geese. I hear your delightful honking every morning outside my window. It’s like music to my ears. I’m so delighted with you that I decided to compose a short poem:
To the Geese
Oh geese, my geese,
You stand statuesque,
Waiting for the opportune moment
To hiss and honk my way,
As I stumble across your breeding grounds.
You thoughtfully place calling cards to
Tell me you’ve come looking,
And you leave surprise presents
For me to find.
You haunt my dreams.
I hear your call all around me,
Like an Alfred Hitchcock thriller.
I want to be free.
See how much I love them? If I ate meat, guess what I’d cook for the holidays? That’s right, a Christmas goose. Ha.
But as much as I dislike geese, I like these cookies better. They’re a Claire-ified version of an oatmeal raisin cookie. Use your imagination to guess how they’re related to geese.
Geese-alicious Quinoa Date Cookies
So, if you’re like me, spare the geese and eat these cookies.