Marty loved chocolate and chocolate chip cookies :) We love remembering the time Marty came over and, before he left, half of the fresh baked batch of cookies was gone. Pesky little bro Mike accused Marty of eating all the cookies to which Marty, with mouth full of cookie replied, "I only had one (dozen)!" Recently, a batch of freshly baked cookies went missing in our household. It was a great mystery and was handled as such, complete with in-depth interrogation, retracing of everyone's whereabouts, and super-sleuthing detective skills by all. No one could figure it out. There was no evidence that the dogs got them. Everyone's alibi checked out. The timeline was clear. The last person to see the cookies on the counter had a rock solid alibi as well as an outside, credible witness. We could draw one conclusion: Uncle Marty! Bon Apetit, Marty!