The Cookie House was the last stop on our church's progressive dinner a week ago Saturday. Since I had returned the night before from a week in Pennsylvania, I simply provided the venue. Some of the girls made the dessert. Betsy brought cake, bars and jelly beans, and Corrie contributed cookies. I did offer hot drinks, though, and when I set them on the counter I found out I had quite a collection, including cocoa, cappuccino, apple cider, and tea--lots of tea--from white to green to black to mint to herb to spiced. After leaving the Cookie House, most of the young people went ice skating before church in the evening.