As a kid I remember the rare occasions I was awake when my Dad got home from work. Without fail he would pull some sort of cookies from his "stash". My father has hidden cookies around the house for years! I'm not sure that it's good to hide your habits from your family. Anyway. My favorite was to sit down and have him pour me some milk and we would eat our cookies. It's the place that I learned what the perfect dunk was. How to watch for the end of the bubbles. Ya. I like cookies and milk. I think it will always remind me of my Dad.