After Christmas, I swore I wouldn’t eat a cookie again for…well, a very long time. I don’t believe I actually quantified this timeline, but frankly, I was cookied out.
I guess I’m healed. I should have known I wouldn’t even be able to last two months before feeling the need to make another batch of cookies. There’s just something about the the chewy texture, the crumble, the chocolate, the…booze?
