orig photos: trooper by teejayhanton, farm by jdickert (flickr) cc (photoshop by dimitri)
Others call them space pancakes but as a child I remember my favourtie UFO encounter item featuring cookies. The story is so innocuous, it comes from the truth is stranger than fiction realm.
It's 1961. You and your buddies are cruising in a Winnebago through Wisconsin farm country. Someone is cooking up a snack. The water tank is empty. There is a Farm up ahead. You pull up and ask for some water. Sounds normal enough except you and your buddies are 'Italian looking' off worlders and your Winnebago is the flying kind from UFO Industries out by Cygnus X-1.
Joe Simonton seems like a nice enough fellow who was happy to show a bit of kindness to some strangers. One US Air Force investigator even said on record that Joe '...appeared quite sincere to me, did not appear to be the perpetrator of a hoax.' When a 10meter wide ship dropped down to his farm yard and popped the hatch, one of the guys inside motioned with an empty container that Joe said was ' ...a beautiful thing, a Thermos jug-like bottle quite unlike any jug I have ever seen.'
Somehow the concept of water was transmitted and in short order Joe fetched some. Stretching up to pass the container back Joe saw a total of three young men in their late 20's, about 5ft tall and wearing dark blue uniforms. The craft had some 'extremely beautiful' instrument panels and one of the crew was 'cooking'. After receiving the water one of the crew presented Joe with 3 of the things they were cooking. 10cm in size and full of air holes, the pancakes or cookies or whatever they call them 'tasted like cardboard' according to Joe. He only ate one, the other two were apparently made of wheat, water and grease. Touching his forehead in salute an occupant closed the hatch and in a couple of seconds the craft disappeared into the distance.
Further digging finds an Air Force record that also appears to describe Joe as '...a highly regarded, much respected citizen of Eagle River, Wisconsin.' Joe did suffer grief and notoriety and regretted ever mentioning the event. Rumours swirled and some credence was given to a story that Joe was hypnotized by a real estate agent who fed him the story and the cookies to facilitate the promotion of a miniature Disneyland project in the area. That excuse seems way more contrived than a thirsty traveller just asking for some water.