Butter Cookies & Broken Dreams

 


Ah, the great butter cookie mystery!

You know the one. That big round blue tin with “Danish Butter Cookies” written in gold. Every family had it. Every house you visited during Raya, Chinese New Year, Deepavali, Christmas—you’d see it sitting proudly on the coffee table. And your heart would leap because, oh man, those cookies were the best. The buttery swirls, the pretzel shapes sprinkled with sugar, the little round ones that stuck to the paper cups… happiness in a tin.

Except.

More often than not, you’d pop open the lid and instead of cookies, you’d be staring at… sewing supplies. Needles, thread, a pair of rusty scissors, and maybe even a measuring tape stuffed in there like some kind of cruel prank. Generational trauma, sealed in blue and gold.


No one knows when this recycling trend began, but our mothers and grandmothers were apparently part of an underground conspiracy: the Butter Cookie Sewing Storage Society. Cookies? Temporary. Sewing kit? Eternal.

And here we are now, adults ourselves, still conditioned to feel a weird mix of joy and disappointment every time we see that tin. Danish Butter Cookies? Nah. It’s a trap. Always check for the measuring tape first.



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