Sometimes, a girl just needs a cookie.

The other week my hormones got the best of me and I turned into a not-so-fun to be around person. I knew that the only possible way to salvage my mood was through a chocolate chip cookie and a viewing of the latest episode of Glee. So, I made myself a batch of cookies, calmly showed restraint by only eating two, and stuck the rest in my freezer.

Then there are other times that a girl doesn’t need a cookie. She doesn’t even want a cookie. But somehow, the girl still ends up eating an entire batch of cookies.
I had the best intentions of making pumpkin chocolate chip cookies to bring into my coworkers. With a bit of research, I found a pretty amazing sounding recipe (which I’m afraid I can’t share with you at this time since I didn’t bookmark the website that I found it on). To my delight, the recipe ended up making THREE dozen medium-sized cookies. As I removed each batch from the oven, I let them cool before stacking them on a plate. And then to my horror, I realized that these cookies were too moist and soft and had started to stick together, and clearly, stacking them was a huge mistake. As I tried to lift a cookie off the top of the pile, the top of the cookie underneath came with it.
In the words of Winnie-the-Pooh, “Oh, bother”.

Now, I might do some questionable things that people don’t agree with (like letting Mister E eat chicken that had accidentally been dropped on the floor), but giving clumped-together cookies to coworkers is just not one of them. I’d rather be tagged in dozens of embarrassing photos online than serve someone cookies that I wasn’t proud of.
I think you can clearly see my predicament here.
Three dozen cookies.
Amazingly delicious.
Clumped together in one giant cookie ball.
A stubborn baker who won’t serve them.

And thus, that is how it came to be that I ate three dozen cookies by myself over the course of a week.
And I didn’t even want one to begin with.
But they were the most amazing cookies I have ever tasted.

I debated sharing this story with you, but I figured if ever there was a time to talk openly about gluttony, Thanksgiving would be the day.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, this year I am thankful for a wonderful family that loves me for being me, a boyfriend that puts a smile on my face every single day, a dog and a cat that seem to always love me unconditionally, friends that are always a phone call away when I need them most, and all of you. This blog has been a huge source of comfort to me these past six months and I’m so thankful to all of the wonderful people who support me in it. <3
And superficially speaking… I’m also thankful for flavored coffee, yoga pants, pumpkin cookies, Modern Family, and ear warmers.