My friend Jennet, who loves food and loves to talk about food (makes you wonder why we’re friends) brought these cookies to a potluck once. My other friend, Jayda and I, immediately pounced on them, repeatedly, unable to marshall the strength to stop. We were an “Om Nom Nom” duet as our inner Cookie Monster was unleashed. “What’s in these things?!?” we asked, half-angry at Jennet for bringing our downfall to the buffet table. Victoriously, she said, “its only 4 ingredients and takes 8 minutes to bake.” 4 ingredients, 8 minutes? You don’t have to be a mathlete to know that’s the cookie equivalent of the golden ratio.
That’s it. We were toast at that point. We knew these cookies were bad. They were too easy to access. Spur of the moment desires can now be realized. And I’m an Aries. I’m MADE of spur-of-the-moment desires.
