A Curious, Welcome, Mysterious Appearance

The cookie jar, a wedding gift, has been bereft of cookies for some time now.

Or has it?

In the course of wiping counters, shifting this and that, making space to prepare what turned out to be another fabulous meal, The Beloved Wife moved the cookie jar. And discovered an unexpected heft to it.

Opening it, she discovered a rich vein of Oreo Double Stuf. When the jar was new, we quickly learned that a full bag of oreos fills it to the little ceramic lid. Such test drives are important, as you well know. And this, suddenly, was a full cookie jar...indicating a bag had been dumped in there, and somehow forgotten.

She doesn't recall buying them.

I don't recall buying them.

We have decided that one of the following options must be The Truth:

• One of us bought Oreos and forgot about them. C'mon. Who does that? You always remember Oreos. I'm dismissing possibility #1 on principle alone.
• The apartment repairman, Oscar, who came in today to look at one of the walls, noticed we had a Cookie Deficit in the midst of his work, and dashed over to the Meijer up the street to rectify the situation. Good man, that Oscar. They should name an award after him or something...
• The Oreo Gods have blessed us, for we have been good people lately, and deserve their fruits. (I've been reading too much Pratchett, perhaps...)
• The crumbs at the bottom acted as seeds, and new cookies have grown to greet the springtime.

They don't taste stale, either. But we ate a few before we tipped the kids off to them. Can't be too careful, you know. They could be dangerous or something...