As a treat for small group tonight, we were going to bring this little bag of random Japanese candies we got in Honolulu. But after trying a few of the pieces, I decided that I didn’t really consider the Japanese candy a “treat.” So a couple hours before heading out I decided to throw together some Andes Mint Chip Cookies instead. 
I had been sitting on a couple bags of the Andes Mint Chips for a couple months now, and all of a sudden I wanted those cookies NOW. I think I can trace back my love of Andes Mint Candies directly to my Grandma. I can picture in my mind exactly where they kept their stash of Andes Candies in their house at the top of the hill in Marathon – right on the hutch in the dining room. Which makes me remember other things about that house – the bowl of whole nuts in the shell, that we would always want to crack open the shell, but never wanted to eat the nasty broken nut on the inside – the worn game of Mastermind – the GIANT cartoon deck of cards – the flowers by the back door that bloomed AT NIGHT (AMAZING – especially to an 8 year old).
