Cookies
What is better in life than your favorite desert after dinner? For me, it’s the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. A few months ago. My buddy and his seven year old daughter came over and wanted to sell me some cookies. He had called before he came over, and asked if I wanted to but some cookies from them, I was all in. I love the cookies, of all kinds, and was excited to cook some up. When his daughter and him finally arrived, I had already had the stove warmed up. Then her told me was going to keep the stove on for a few months, because the cookies were not going to arrive until the end of November sometime. Months had passed, and nothing. In fact I even forgot about the cookies, until one day I had gotten the phone call that I had been waiting for. My cookies had finally arrived, and he was going to personally deliver them right to my font door. This time my oven would not be disappointed, and get the coolies that it deserves. The cookies that ordered were my favorite kinds, chocolate chip chunk, and mom cookies. They were frozen ones, and came in a huge box, and I had two of them. Now I would be able to enjoy my favorers for at least… a week.
