The "Dunkard's Table" Story

Brothers Steve and LDub dunkin' cookies.

It was an ordinary day.  Sitting next to my brother in my neice Kelly's house in Ephrata, PA dunking cookies.  Every year my brother Steve's family and my family get together to celebrate Christmas the evening after Christmas.  Have made Kelly and her husband Shawn's house in Ephrata our gathering place, since they have a large game room and TV room in their basement to handle the ever growing quantity of kids.  Steve made a trip to the nearby pizza shop and returned with enough to feed the neighborhood.  Enjoyed the family meal together and then it was time for dessert.  Kelly made a large tray of fantastic gooooie brownies and my wife Carol brought two large dishes of her homemade cookies that she worked on for days.  Had to be about a dozen varieties of her delicious treats sitting in front of my brother and me.  Steve asked me which ones were my favorites and I told him the chocolate chip, sugar, pumpkin with caramel icing and snicker doodles.  But, before we could begin our cookie eating, we needed a large cup of milk for dunking.  Steve went to the fridge and brought back the 2% and before long my cup, his cup and his son Matt's cup were filled to the top.  Everyone else standing around the kitchen began laughing and making fun of us, but we didn't let it bother us.  I told him that my favorites are based primarily on the fact that they are all good for dunkin'.  Dunk them in the milk and in no time they suck up the milk and make them soft for eating. You have to time it just perfect so the cookie doesn't absorb too much milk or it may break from your hand and sink to the bottom of the cup.  After years of dunkin' we both have developed into pretty good dunkers.   Well, before long we left Matt in the dust as we tried one variety after another after another plus one of each of my favorites and before long I looked at Steve and saw that he had consumed the last dozen of the snicker doodles.  "Just loved those and thought I better eat them all before someone else gets them," he said to me.  Wasn't long before our milk was almost consumed.  At this time I guess I should tell you that Steve and I grew up in a house where both our mom and dad were dunkers.  But, I must admit that they both dunked their cookies, or whatever was around to dunk, in their coffee.  As for Steve and me, neither one of us drink coffee, so milk became our choice of dunkin' liquid.  Guess it's in our genes.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.