If you’re feeling salty, there is a cookie for that. Continue reading Millennial cookie match
It’s raining men… alleluia! No, I’m not referring to the song that speaks of alphas peeking around every corner and green tree (although I have wished). I am referring to Pepperidge Farm’s chessmen butter cookies. Pepperidge Farm , famously known for their cute goldfish cheese crackers (the ones I fought over as a child), also offer simple cookie classics, and every one of them is … Continue reading It’s raining men!!
She asked me to try her cookies but they didn’t look so good. What do I say to her? Continue reading How to avoid suspicious cookies (tactful excuses)
Recently an acquaintance hosted a mini office party at his desk. He served cake and spittle. As he cut his “famous tea cake”, he blathered over it, only pausing in his discourse to lick his fingers. He then used the same soppy fingers to steady the sides of the cake. But this wasn’t the worst of it. During the exercise, the knife he was using … Continue reading Friend, wash thy hands (unhygienic bakers)
I bit it once and then twice. I tilted my head sideways. I closed my eyes. I shifted my position to the left. But all to no avail. Despite what I did, I simply could not find *any pistachio flavor* within the Oreo. I ate a couple more but it only increased my disappointment. Defeated, I placed the cookies in the darkest corner of my pantry. Continue reading Pistachio-less Oreos
Navigating crushes while eating cookies I’ve happily enjoyed eating cookies without much of a conscience. Although my discipline is much better than that of my high school days, there is still much to be desired. Sometimes I lack motivation, and shrug off responsibility -that is- until recently. A month ago I met a creature of impact. A man that rivals the physical impact of Thor. … Continue reading I want my crush to like me
I’d like to apolgize if you’ve had an oatmeal raisin cookie with hard -as-rock raisins. This slight is insupportable, and the institution that served this to you should be chastized. Continue reading In defense of the Oatmeal Raisin