C is Cookie

17 Nov

When our social worker came for our home visit, I made cookies. Just from the tube of cookie dough mind you (I had been out of town for five night before her visit), but baked in the oven nonetheless.


This must be¬†pretty common because when V, our social worker,¬†came in she said, “And you made cookies.” She didn’t seem surprised at all. So, we’re typical. Stereotypes, if you will.

Doesn’t matter, though … she ate the cookies.

That crunchy bit on top of the chocolate chips? It’s a sprinkle of kosher salt. Try it. Seriously. You’ll never eat unsalted cookies again.

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