The dad trying to relive his glory days, with mixed results
"Well, my then-59 year old father decided to relive his youth from the '60s and '70s on our family vacation at the beach. His vessel of choice was a pot oatmeal raisin cookie recipe, passed down from a hippie Great Uncle. I guess he thought 'what the hell?' and used his entire stash in one bash. He only made eight cookies and his stash equivalent to an intimate night with Snoop Dogg.
"So, there we were on a random Thursday night. As the house of 12 was getting ready to sit down to eat dinner he started walking around very slowly with his hands held in front of him, like Frankenstein's monster. Everyone kind of chuckled, then he sat down. My littlest cousin started singing and burped. My father started hysterically laughing for -- no joke, we timed it -- 23 minutes, uncontrollably, eyes watering, having trouble catching his breath, lobster-red face. I looked at my mom and was like, what the hell? She said he had eaten five cookies, all by himself.