I thought I was through with cookies now that the holidays are a distant, bloated memory, but it turns out I’m not.
My plan had been to make some cutbacks. Nothing drastic, just a little less lard here, an extra citrus fruit there. Perhaps, send an unexpected bouquet of leafy greens to myself. Not a resolution – those don’t stick. And definitely NOT a diet. Just a little friendly reminder about what a normal portion size is supposed to look like after weeks of excess. So, what is a normal portion size, again?
But then, my fabulous friend Erin showed up. With cookies.
I could barely wait for dinner to be over. I don’t remember what I made. Some chicken thing with turnip greens. It doesn’t matter. What does matter were the cookies. Soft, ooey, gooey chocolate cookies with hunks of Heath bar inside. Oh, Lordy. Plus, they were huge. Big as saucers. I had two.
Now, what was I saying about cutbacks?