Sweet Memories in Bite-Size Morsels
Some of our fondest memories rally around cookies. For most, including our family, the cookie embodies all the warm feelings of home and family.
It all began one day in 2010 when we, Anna and Sarah, baked our Dad a batch of cookies to take to work with him at the Moscow Post Office. The cookies were so good that the postal workers insisted we try selling them at the Moscow Farmer’s Market. So on a whim that Spring, our Mom, Connie, helped us (back then we were 12 and 8 years old) rent a children’s booth at the Market and bake 12 dozen chocolate chip cookies to sell. In less that two hours the cookies were gone.
The following weekend we baked twice as many cookies, and once again they were gone in a short time. Throughout the summer, we worked really hard to keep up with the demand for the cookies. When the Farmer’s Market ended in October, we were tired. But we learned so much: how to greet customers, count change, and how to save enough of our proceeds to buy ingredients for the following week.
Sister’s Cookies became so popular at the Farmer’s Market that our Mom decided to take over the next summer. She rented a full-size booth and added other cookie varieties to the selection. Soon local coffee shops started asking for more cookie varieties and sale venues soon tumbled our family towards an unexpected but pleasant surprise. If ever a business happened unexpectedly, Sister’s Cookies is one.
In 2012, our father was forced to retire from his job at the Post Office because of health reasons. Our Mom realized she would need to go back to work, as a nurse, to support our family of seven – we have three brothers, too. But until her license was renewed and she found a nursing job, she continued to bake and sell cookies. What followed were weddings, a WSU graduation, and more and more coffee shops were carrying Sister’s Cookies. She had a difficult decision to make: start her nursing job or devote her time to a cookie business?
What our Mom enjoys the most about Sister’s Cookies isn’t tangible; it’s watching how much people enjoy just eating her cookies. One of her favorite stories happened at the Farmer’s Market last fall. A woman bought a cookie and walked away with it. A little later the woman came back and said, “I am 64 years old and I have never had a cookie as good as this!” Our Mom likes that she’s delivering joy to people — and she’s having the time of her life.