Dear Cookie…
Since I have no idea if this letter will ever get to anyone in this mass conglomerate kinda world, I thought I should put it out to the internet to digest, just in case Mr. Montul “Googles himself”.
Dear Daniel Servitje Montul and the Staff of Entenmann’s/Bimbo Bakeries,
When I was a kid, my grandma (“Nagymama”) and I used to walk to down to the local grocery store every week. In “the old country”, walking far distances for groceries was a way of life, but my Americanized brain found the idea of lugging heavy grocery bags two miles in freezing New Jersey weather unappealing. To compromise, Nagymama promised me an Entenmann’s Chocolate Chip Cookie if I made the trek without complaining. Amazingly enough, her technique worked.
Every time we got home from the store, Nagymama poured me a glass of milk and sat me at the table. I starred at her in crazed anticipation as she unwrapped the giant chocolate chip cookie. She then split the cookie in half and waited for me to take a bite before enjoying hers. We carried on ritual for many years until I finally grew up, got a car, and moved to a big city that focused more on vegan sushi platters than cookies.
Two years ago, Nagymama started to have problems with her dentures. No matter how many times we had them refitted, they still caused the inside of her mouth to bleed. She eventually hid her dentures somewhere decided to go completely “toothless”. She lost her appetite and massive amounts of weight. We tried everything – blending things, mashing things; she just didn’t want to eat! Somehow, the same woman that trudged miles through the snow to get a gallon of milk and performed manual labor into her late 80’s could not bring herself to walk three feet over to the kitchen table.
My mother and I were at our wit’s end. We decided to lay out every kind of food imaginable in a sort of gluttonous smorgasbords of soft foods. Nagymama took a long hard look at the spread and then reached for a box of your Soft Bakes Cookies. Luckily, the new small cookie design was just the right shape and size for her to put into her mouth and “gum merrily”.
For the next few weeks, we placed cookies on napkins all over the house, just out of her reach, so she would be more inclined to get up and move around. She regained her appetite and just seemed so much happier. Most people don’t realize that even people without teeth can smile, but they sure as heck can!
Today, Nagymama is almost 99 years old. And she knows that if she finishes her dinner, she can have her Entenmann’s cookies. Although she might not remember birthdays and anniversaries anymore, even after 20 years, she looks at me and waits for me to take a bite of my cookie before she enjoys hers.
Some people say you need to remember to stop and smell the roses. I think it’s important to stop every once in a while and share a cookie.
My most sincere thanks to your company and your cookie,
Stephanie, Ildiko & “Nagymama”
Photo by Gary Tamin
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And the moral is…cookies are magical and they cure everything. Seriously though, this is quite touching.
This is great. I hope you sent this to them.